LV.

alone in amsterdam.
trying to sleep
after a sleepless night bus.
the curtain slit bleeds daylight.
we both know how this one goes.

don't want to be quick to speak.
but
i        am                  not                            here
                  find                    me.

screaming from a sunroof
the spray of salt wind

will it be the same
on top of the rock.
no.

so here i lie
in a transatlantic bed
to myself
that i am here

funny, time

humanity

and that kind of thing