#038/100 Chair

#037/100 Stroll

inspired by Catherine Singer's 'The Secret Life of Things'

blessing this morning year when the paper cranes shoot through mist:

blue coalescence, bat-shaped clouds & their eyes on the roofs

while we stroll past bricks, windowpanes, national flag

of a foreign country. your grey hair brushes against

the collar of your orange shirt & i cannot turn

in my summer dress to smile, or swap 

places on the sill to violate our fate.

#036/100 Fall

it only happens when you're a haze in a different sphere

i don't know how much deeper i can sink into air 

until your feet touch ground & i'd hurt & run

brushing past the real you.

#035/100 Heart

#034/100 Exit

#033/100 Light

#032/100 Wreckage