Stop the push.
Go and look.

Outside
flapper girls flaunt their street gold.
They know nothing of decay

of hanging on, see J. this tree
it’s a jazz festival.

And once I do I can’t
unsee spaces
as pauses for yellow

for the budgies that still sing.

Canned peach will be
sweeter than June,

I miss you in my bed, I think.

Nathalie Spaans

Nathalie Spaans lives in Amsterdam and works as a public attendant in a cool museum. In day to day life she finds it hard to convey what's going on. With writing she tries to make sense of it.