Thursday, 3 November 2016


I walked heady into the sweet,
damp night, however caught I was in its

The dog across the street whined for me, impetuous, drummed
my porous skin into air,
like a mother praying for their child, making 
me alive again,

Sunspots blossomed over the fullness of night, and 
I curled, ashamed, inside 
their morning light.

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