brew is an acquired taste
where we say nothing, goodbye’s dragged
behind us with your footsteps stirring
my bones warm.
see, what are we but signs and arbitrary boundaries
circling and colliding with the walls of a shrinking
cup: jaded limbs crinkling like dried leaves as we get
impatient, caught up in the clash between white
peach and earthy undertones, our skulls empty
rooms, unmade beds left with grey blankets
cast aside, milk cartons left out in the
heat, text set in mismatched print and
cancelled out in white when i saw your closed
eyed smile and learnt
how to dream again.