My first strength,
I have tarnished
silver left between us,
I have stained this city with memory
as red wine drifting languidly
down a banquet table,
Those doubts imprinted
and in the valleys I found distance.

All this time, (I thought growing up),
growing upwards
was a world retreating.

I am still a hermit crab,
shuffling home,
Looking for you in lifeless shells.


Austin said...

these are all really great! a depressing sort of way...

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