Dark cold is the real feeling after a flash of fire, I imagine. No more light means no more reflection,…

why can’t i hold you / the way a watch holds a scent / the way sun cleans a stone…

and your soul floats somewhere, unmoored / evicted, searching for the door – / some way inside

I want my country. I think of us / again. Coffees at 2 am / 2 minutes from my house.…