the third of january saw this;
the moon is a stone in the sky
and the night a blanket of holes,
the rain an error of clouds
and the stars a coda of cats;
this day told me;
you are hidden behind your face,
all your words are coded like scripts,
your body is full of lines,
you are paged inside yourself
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
the third of january saw this;
the moon is a stone in the sky
and the night a blanket of holes,
the rain an error of clouds
and the stars a coda of cats;
this day told me;
you are hidden behind your face,
all your words are coded like scripts,
your body is full of lines,
you are paged inside yourself