nothing days

A stack of films
on the breakfast table, toast debri
pooling. Voices ringing in
harmony, the people you long to see
inside of. Crack them open
taking split second pictures for instagram,
maybe keep it Lo-Fi –
can you rise to
the occasion.

Cat Power in the bathroom,
best acoustics. Hand-washing
your favourite clothes until
your hands wrinkle with the detergent,
daisy fresh competence.
Painfully self indulgent,
you carve bee’s on your wrists.
A small yellow stinging thing,
the reason you’re able to breathe.


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