UNTITLED
early
outside the laundromat
wonder why
i cannot
sit still
pit
in my gut
red dumpster baking
in a glaring limbo
hot morning sun
POLYRHYTHM BONG
the internet password
the
pink paper next to bed
567 something
the only way home
i mean
on my way home
i mean
goodbye
the night comes back
the way love comes back
scattered, disordered
out of time
light
shattered
glass
