Tremor of light. The sky, a porcelain wall. Landing at heathrow, a Tuesday in the fall. You are sleeping next to me. I just let go your hand. I hope I can go through with this.
Wide-eyed, grinning in the darkened room. Sipping cactus brandy from a china spoon. Coming in the morning in the afternoon, forgetting. So tired waiting for the end to come.