Spools on the coat
A stray hair like spun gold
On the sun
Worn-out makeup
Fresh cinnamon bun
And a coffee cup
On the run

You’re stuck in my throat
I’d travel abroad
Not to see your face
But you course through my veins
And a picture of you
Is supplied to my brain

Any time I seem to forget
You persist
Like a poisonous thorn
In every breath
That I try to release
You’re always reborn

In my messy hair
In my puffy face
In my bitten nails
In the coffee stain
In my scattered day -
In every grain of it
You remain

In the morning fog
In the evening haze
In the cluttered desk
And the endless maze
Of my daily tasks
And the city’s pace

You live