If there’s a breeze in here, it’s coming through a broken window. If there’s a tender moment to be had, I missed it while smoking a cigarette. If it’s a new house, it’s built on sand, and if it’s an old wound, the bones were never set right. We met, both still cold to the touch. There were small fires but they did not keep us warm, so we built our own. If there was smoke, we did not see it until the first light of the morning. We tried to keep burning. Draw a figure eight and claim you believe in infinity. Tracing our initials into mud. Tracing AN + TA into mud. If there was a moon tonight, it’s passed beyond the horizon. When we talk about love, do we still keep our fingers crossed? I had a dream you were standing over me. I can't stand to be alone in this apartment.
released September 9, 2016
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