Channel
A vein from head to feet
Thumped against wafer skin

Awful, wretched creatures
Spilt tea, you're warm, you're cold
Traffic jammed
I wish I'd lived by you less
Loved by you less
by memories that never happened
Hot room, liked by laughs
purple streamers, and 'This is our song!"
Long drives, flushed by newness
streetlights, and 'This is my song!"
Cake, toast
Pressed into the floor; you are here. I promise.
In on the joke,
Let us be unaware
Eden children, the rest is up to you
I can't bear this burden I wasn't given,
A new creation, after all.