For Grandfather Brien Darling you are dying, your lungs are bags in treetops, your skin is bringing up antique bruises, you are saying ‘didn't we have a lovely time' on repeat,
And as the evening tips the light out the cup, and the wall hues bruises, she blunt thumbs on the lamp switches shoes, bends to stroke the tabby cat, her back burred in clock hands.
Last night I dreamt You told me my friends are not nourishing. I am so tired of looking at you, you know that.
Things I have noticed sitting down by the lake 1. On average, Ducks dive for a minute 2. You can will swans to go away by looking down 3. You cannot draw the lake. It changes
Let’s not miss any opportunity Dear Joe and John, How about I stop smoking, and we could go sit in the Victorian gardens black globular berries sticking to the soles of our shoes,