11:40 pm . contortionist
must be all dreamed out
because now it's an act
furore, the queen
without her
women.

i'd kept the key,
to bluebeard's room
put the bottle of lye
within reach.
black labels &
my drunken hand reaching
for the brim of your hat.

i haven't really laughed
in more than six months,
i used to laugh everyday.

you called me right out of the blue;
everything has changed for you
i'm just the same.

i've got the deadlines written
all over my imagination,
why do i feel like
one of them might mean something?

wishing used to get me places;
but that's always been
the easy way out.

nostalgia . uncertainty