the sun’s sorry kiss goodbye and the sober summer night.
the streets are laced with a prescription for catharsis
the air is thick with malaise, like memories behind foggy
shower doors
hypnotized, we move mechanically—
a step forward, a push back
sounds from our lips chip away at obscurity,
words carve into frosted glass.
pools of light on oily pavement grant us vulnerability
can you see me now? somewhere between
catatonic motions, gritted teeth, and an awkward frame
catch a glimpse before we become silhouettes in a
crude exchange of melodic tones again
space between us welcomes primitive unease,
synapses ignite a state of limbo:
fearmongers cower behind memorabilia
and mist, legitimized by ambiguity
my fingers rest on cold metal, prepare
against something shapeless and piercing
but if this fear is the product of malicious thoughts:
an apophenic line of reasoning,
I shall lie defenseless.
