.  happy couple.



seeps  in like marbled water, **** on the tide.



once we touched through holes in blankets,

now we have our own demise.



a comfort in the glass, the daily.          mirror.



there is a box unopened,



there was a photo

tied.         there was a face set with bandages.



he chose the other one.



two pictures, some of us look the other way.



a while.



sbm.