He, she, they,
Called out but once
Into red flowers, gravel paths, and steam,
then resurfaced somewhere in ****
Without stepping on the sea
Lost, drinking in a bath of silence,
bleached under fingernails,
and left
The eye at the centre of the city,
where we all have names
but no address
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
He, she, they,
Called out but once
Into red flowers, gravel paths, and steam,
then resurfaced somewhere in ****
Without stepping on the sea
Lost, drinking in a bath of silence,
bleached under fingernails,
and left
The eye at the centre of the city,
where we all have names
but no address
