cower or crow?
face the glow until
thankful darkness
a pleasant heavy-handedness,
pills from someone’s cancer treatment
I stole
Sleep and
it’s amber coloured like my grandma’s beads
and I can see worlds within glass orbs
lives bubbling in roe,
but I wait…
and the room, it is still, too orange
and predictably silent
all the songs are in dreams, on golden reels
I fish the sea for
my lost ones
how did I crawl here without you
how did I leave that day and never look back at you
it was sudden and breathless that last time,
skin and hands
two friends in a room, knowing and not knowing
it was the end
image: Dimitar Hristov, Bubbles from here
