The afternoon light,
beneath my toes
talking a pale story
where a mother aborts another one,
father, a ruminating hard albumen.
our typewriters often broke,
and another language was written
Summers have always taught to swim
winters, quietly taught about sinking.
and a star too that dissolves at night.
i have seen it all,
how the numbers converge.
the stains from my ex lover.
i have had all the seasons,
the needle kissed sleeps,
lilies and a warp.
seasons are now my favorite people.