We used to spend the nights
We used
To knit the afternoons
From wool of common memory
Dyed in ink, but now you have died
In ink I look for you,
strawman threads came undone
Under (y)our nitpicking; Friday evenings
Are spent,
unused.
...
I just want to love you in my own language.
∆
We used
To knit the afternoons
From wool of common memory
Dyed in ink, but now you have died
In ink I look for you,
strawman threads came undone
Under (y)our nitpicking; Friday evenings
Are spent,
unused.
...
I just want to love you in my own language.
∆
