"she wasn't doing a thing that i could see, except standing there"

a sky of violet
diluted with morning.

erik satie plays.

whilst sleeping
you undress my dreams

slowly fading the memory.
old bite marks on hands.

at the vanishing of the light i wonder
for what it is you pray.

i think about the lone flower on the stair.

and you
born from dust
blown and shaped by the wind.




title taken from a line from "a girl i knew" by j.d.salinger