I know you'll never find this,
and for that, I'm grateful...

I had to get out of here,
this other dimension...

i remember the first night I
took a pregnancy test...

I convince myself that I must keep writing,
if only to document the thorns I've pulled out...

I tried to picture the scene
before the chaos, before the badges...

On that October eve,
I was like a gazelle...

I am perpetually waking up
from the impact of you...

The lace hung from the rafters,
a piece stuck in time...

I listen to your signal -
synthwaves on a sailboat...

At dawn, thrushes and finches
decorate her windowsill...

They were there to rescue me,
and you may ask, what from...

The boy in the house with the blue
door buys nail polish at the corner store...