almost missed, die for you

pink blooms in old louisville

ask to be alive

grandmothers

wires, wired,

sevens

sleep and concrete

all at once (or not at all)

frail bodies

rent again

toast

cigarette burn, white castle

remembering again that I’m a person in a place in the present

little moments that remind me

hard plastic mud flaps

lack

inactive ideologue

the sun, the drive, the shadow of wind

chaos heaving, only with you (with me)

shared nostalgia, distance and time