Day 30

there are stories of stick men
walking out of the river
groaning for a proper smoke
and a nice cup of tea

Day 31

these days are a razed museum
waiting for the water to wash them away

Day 32

this floating world
such a thin skin

what lasts rips through
and bleeds

Day 33

aye, do not dream of spring

do
not


Day 34

the calendar
lost in a current of hours

Day 35

delay delay
the body delays

I am learning
to listen

Day 36

this season
is all rain and phlegm