it’s the early nights that kill
sometimes
wit the curtains down
long shapes on the wall
short devils out the window
and a stink permeating

Reached but did not reach
no softness beneath fingers
an icy wind and bite
though spring it be
the world is silent
sometimes

Signals sent though
no correspondence returned
the transmitter on full
the bottom can’t be reached
sometimes

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