recognition. and

where is that ineffable? that calm calm calm me down.
that glimmer of shared recognition. and that macabre humour

I was away. I was away five years eleven minutes seven seconds; weeks I can't remember, days that are too painful.


dialling, cancelling, dialling, cancelling.

when was a memory a moment?


i call you out, and wrap myself around you as your armour
offer my own as your new skin

weakness is a flavour
strained
on bitten tongues


but just so i know.


and all the alleyways, and all the skyscraper trees and glass panel leaves
blinking on and off the shimmer of caught fish in the moonlight

or something about blankets on grass

streetlight flowers in bloom

something organic, and a laugh.

we'll still be chasing that morning, cars cuddled close,
and the beating.
a moment becoming my forgetful memory.