My pallor cede, colly string, infinite stillness ---

it's not about you anymore
to be so so blue underneath something so so bright
half small, half smiling
new bedrooms shadow here.
who shrink away from the light

remember talking about writing poetry with old friends, spitting up over the window, cold air escaping in, smoke air escaping out, a nd poetry all around.

and now it honestly hurts to breathe.