Saturday, May 23, 2026

a little more chalant

another goodbye

a little more chalant

preempting unasked questions

rearing heads like the undead

monsters in the fridge with which we know not what to do

spaces between

questions about chemicals

answers needing something more than words

chemicals of mischief

fluid like the nights washing over what we thought we knew

sensations of the skin

some kind of electricity too sensitive to name

fingertips and favourite songs

a sacred ambiguity

unconcealed by explanation

awaiting diagnosis

you hold my hand in the dark

until it's time to leave again.



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