July

calendars from 1984 and 1985

We can see how far it'll take us

No tender but bus fare
Don't stress it's at least this much closer
Was the glass really full and just drank from
or did you pour half to become that much less empty?

If yours is beating isn't that enough?
If you're anything isn't that enough?

Undated from the past/passed

I will always be fascinated by our surroundings, whether broad or inhibiting. Buildings are books. They're made of layers and a shell, and they're not much more but stories. Windows are the ideas provoked by the content. They expose minds and literal points of view.

Frosted glasses/Drink in pairs

You talk to your space neighbors
Having your tea in your skeleton suits
Ignoring the freeze of the dawn breeze,
admiring yesterdays work
behind their backs

The heat from the corner
toasts your sustained limbs
And you consider how long
til snapping every bite down
on your thoughts each time of day