life can be bitter when
you live in the walls of...

telling myself
i don’t remember...

maybe i have lingered
here for too long...

my ears know your voice
backed to the burn of my hands...

some things don't make sense
so i’m trying to understand...

insomnia breathe
causing me to stutter...

peter piper picked
the wrong day...

you linger
in the abandoned corridors...

.
call me pluto...

you feel like home
warm tea...

a face i can never keep clean
five jalapeños...

never known how to write
of happy things...