I am hungry
Been feeding on curls
My memories unwashed

You are tired
From seeing the world
Your eyeglasses untouched

I am wet with the weather of remembering you

You were wringing the love from your sweater
I was shot with the truth

Smells like pavement and train tracks and treasure
It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen

Tastes like something you told me
I’m still hungry

Are you growing your hair?
If only

2025