Smells – oil on brick –
and – Morning – in time –
While – my heart goes
my – breath is bad –
And hands – are warm

in life. There – can’t be a present
Just – the Sting of – the Story
You turn – in your Fingers

And all this – slush – and all
this slush – in These
slowing steps – We can say
Will be so many more

Like I – am tasting –
just – for show
And – You – are talking
just – for you.