from yesterday
everything i ever wanted
come see, come touch,
come speak, come hear,
everything.my eyes lifted to the
dark glass overhead for
a moment.
or two.
remaining.
follow the fissure with
your eyes--
imagine the city's
night permeating the white
plaster.
even the wood is cold
and hard.it shouldn't be like this
wander again
je suis enfermé
slowly
mes pensées deviennent rêves
and
on the cusp
in a roundabout way,
you are.hello