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...

my joints creak like window panes
green grass grows for...

you are every molecule in this room
i want to move you like continents...

please stand
facing my good side...

i want to write a letter to the sun
you’ve been left afraid to shine...

i haven’t been sleeping well
nights empty...

you are the plot twist
to the story...

you’ve invaded me
taking space in all my frames...