You remember that day,
the one where you showed up before the sun did...

you turned out the lights
and then refused...

Wish
feel...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...

Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

....such cold warmth
air rising...

She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...

I hunger
like the moon...

Speak slowly to me
as you touch my lips...

I cry myself to sleep at nights
pretending with the lights turned out...

I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...