When I list out people that
I admire,
You appear and flicker fade
like candle fire.
I’m constantly returning to
our memories.
I’m fighting this aggressiveness
with apathy.
I’m looking through your words like
lost and found,
searching for some themes
to rally ’round.
Yeah there’s nothing I want more than
a little love,
seemingly unattainable.
A couple of
in decline Bobwhite quail
myopically
pulling feathers from our tails.
Ungracefully,
I’m fighting to keep the world from
feeling so small.
I’m still just sleeping with
the cameras on.
Seasinks
acraein 