These long sessions
water pushed up into the building pipes, these long sessions
no hoping for what comes next, the future
in other times the future is
the neighbor’s daughter’s past, so much should have been done today
Two planets and an upturned crescent moon
a poet pulls the trigger twice
tonight’s just cloudy cold damp
cloudy on top of cloudy, even when looked at from the building roof
in the train she looked at her nails then looked at the interlocutor and then looked at her nails again.
