legs of a foreigner
fingers of a pianist
lost in that hazy alley full of your words.
HER.PERFECT. shoots me.
don't worry your not the only one.
even my dad told this.

voices whisper to erase.
tremor.
I tried.
but your words dragged me back.
I fear.
but i'll hold on tight to my rosary,
squeeze in that red jumper
and listen to your brother
until you change your words.