corkscrew touch turn twist you.... at the tip of my opening after just one bottle my undefined self became a soul within your eyes... ashtray, done and dusted as I lay legs open and lament in the centre of my bed holding onto what I can now look back as what I'll convince myself is memories... light switch, how the voices in my head seem to think that you only exist whenever the lights go off doorknob, keyhole, lost souls, were the keys to my room, to my heart? -thembekile kilay deh'poet Tsaoane