11-30-2017, 09:55 AM
Awake!
I woke from vigour and a full tank—
crashing in a squint.
And dreams can be so mean
in their terminal tactility,
slinking away—
our fingers trailing their backs.
I woke from vigour and a full tank—
crashing in a squint.
And dreams can be so mean
in their terminal tactility,
slinking away—
our fingers trailing their backs.