to listen to novo amour
to submerge my many
identities convening like bubbles
under the beating of the rain
and let them sink
to the bottom of the sea

to listen to novo amour
and open my soul to the air
red and bruises
like the ones on my knees
i belong on the concrete
or beneath it

to listen to novo amour
and let my hairs matt
twisting and black like the thoughts
raging in my fingertips
and never turn on the shower

to listen to novo amour
to never ever ever leave my room
leave my bed
leave my ceiling
to never stop being sad
and never stop listening