42

big, white, empty rooms
left our paint brushes to dry
our paintings to rot

41

we played our script wrong
(unsaid kept in the margins)
moved on to next lives

40

point of your finger
we imagined wonderland
in the horizon

39

*For Yelle

Close your eyes and smile
your wishes will be granted
you’re the Birthday Girl

38

Fans whirring loudly
Heat pressing on our bodies
Summer drops in March

37

love turns to boredom
deep yawns instead of kisses
sleeping through fireworks

36

Life is a fixed dream
She knows, She’s been there before
Eyes opened, She flew

35

city deep slumber
caffeine-fueled talk of dreams
wide-eyed wanderers

34

Kafka-esque eyes stare
at the door between two worlds,
hoping to return.

33

your song plays on loop
it goes on…repeatedly
without it ending