• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


Matters seem a bit fuzzy now.
It's like talking through a sieve,
knowing part of you will be left
out permanently.
Imagine what that must look like
to the other being you speak with.
I remember sending the message
but, alas, perhaps it did not go
through. Or maybe it was garbled
so that what was intended
to be a soft pat to instill confidence
wound up as a slap.