I have walked your graveyards
with you, stepped over the bones...
Please, don't mind my stare.
There's nothing wrong with how you look...
I like to watch my father chopping vegetables,
maybe for a Sunday stir fry or a hot lamb curry...
I saw her across the world
crossing legs atop a chandelier...
During Summer, I leave my fingerprints everywhere,
smudging the horizon on my bedroom window...
I remember something about paper
caressing my cheek; life's formula...
She's unfamiliar in that
way that she writes about...
This ornate road
I used to pass by...
The strangest things I've told you:
I ride the bus to class so I never...
Your frequency is high,
granting me an incidental...
A secret life
hidden away...
When you decide to
retreat from memories that...