from PECULIAR YOU

The twilight sad. Untitled #27. Untitled #28

Walking for two hours. I'm taking the train home

Forget the night ahead. Seven years of letters

Made to disappear. Reflection of the television

Scissors. The neighbours can't breathe. That room

That birthday present. Interrupted. At the burnside

Cold days from the birdhouse. Fourteen Autumns and fifteen

Winters. The weather is bad. I was hoping the winter was

Over. That summer, at home I had become the invisible boy

The wrong car. Throw yourself into the water again

And she would darken the memory. I became a prostitute

Last year's rain didn't fall quite so hard. Mapped

By what surrounded themselves. Talking with

Fireworks/ Here, it never snowed. Afterwards it did