I clicked on the link
and the streets are now wider
Hollowed-out days? I’ve said no to
The photosensible print inside? I couldn’t bear, it stings like a pick
The face shining and the rolled cigarette smoke
And the fountain splashes
(She pulls me out of it, how kind, unprepared, how lively
Stroking her hair
Stroking my hair
Crosswords in a nightgown)
Hands through a donkey’s fur
By a four months summer house
And a faucet that spills on grass
The house is made out of stones!
That is what I meant!
Horn knife through a good meal
And it shimmers like scales
Plastic bottle warm in the dog-smelling car
Wind
I take a picture with my heated phone
That is what I thought!
Where did it go
You said you hated this place I am now in
You said you didn’t want to break the bound
keep it together
I will tell you
It sounds like your problem
I let you and your lines
They will be mine
