Sometimes prayeris just a wishor a cooee call
The salt of my hourglass drainsin crystalline time...Poured in finite aridness,bleached with the palenessof a ravenous nothingness.
Lean in for the kiss,but wear the bite.
My hands were obsolescent;worn from the strumming…Nuisances torn and numb.
An espresso, please…Unsweetened is just fine, thank you.I’ve been good, althoughI feel quite again the foolto revisit my insomniac…