evening bookended by gin;
dawn by coffee
ah my sweets
you dull the noble itch
nestled deep in hazy(self-important annoyance)
courted by a vapor a wisp
a blade of glass
left laughing with
my furniture
Japanese
hotel rooms make up for poor luxury
with rich privacy
so many mirrors make
(you)r world seem bigger
and burnt maps give
that warm feeling
not being
able to figure where’s
home
must just
be here be here
without
blood’s pressure
