Up here in the crows nest I am swimming through the breeze. One last memory from the sun as it is sinking by degrees. And high above the albatrosses, on the wing is light.
Fold yourself against. Me like a paper bird. Tonight we'll fly awhile. Just give me the word. And hold onto me. . Like I hold onto you. A steeple holds a bell.
She walked right in. As time slowed down. But not enough. To keep me from ordering up. . Another round. In a bottomless cup. That I had found. In the hopes of never waking up the.
Anne walks alone. Past the Domino sugar factory. She's as easy to know. As a broken mystery. Conversations are slow. With herself in dead parking lots.