3 Feb - 26 Mar 2018
Routine that makes the brain lazy or technology of intimacy
free of contradiction.
Good habit wears away.
Me, us. Wait.
There is a next departure.
It will first be sleep.
Second sleep. Third sleep.
Eventually an efficient commuter train.
Descent from which is certain. This is a poem
against the will of man. It’s for something else.
Love, our failure to become official.
Came today. A classroom, a system of transports.
Neither lets me on. Where are Anais-Alexander?
She is with her room. Me too. Glowing from it.