• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

The Last Thing

When even the house becomes estranged / when the roof gives way to itself / when the moon is just a floating spy in a tropical sea

you know you are already too old for this / your colours are softening / and all your pictures have been taken down

you are last to leave / but there is no hurry

all the words have already gone / what’s left to say is in the card

soon they will be here / so you open it and read the clouds / sending good wishes and instructions for the next life