she sees the way her neck
bends in the winds,
summons the reflection
to try & obtain the honesty,
she doesn't care for it much.

shoes pretend to know the difference
but it's always the same
left from right from wrong
moments of grey between the argument.
you stepped into the sunlight,
i fell apart at the thought
that maybe you saw me.

aches don't make regard
for what's on my mind today,
so rather than chasing down a premonition
it seemed fitting to weep
by the stairs
instead.

i feel as dry
as sand on the sahara.