• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 08

A vanishing

think of myself a boy fresh
faced startled animal the
future now behind me all
stretched out before so
much longing in my world
which today is fading from
sepia-coloured photographs
into thinning lines I forget
so much my thoughts are
caged birds distracted cats
and dogs chained dreamlessly
asleep not answering my
calls or only when they
wish I were –