When it glows -
it glows golden
tracing origami folds
across the cotton sheets
that we bought that one day
when the rain poured down
and my hair clung to my face
and you had forgotten your coat,
but we walked anyways.

A skeleton made from rusty locks
assembling himself
from out of a wet cardboard box
making his left shoulder too high
his knees metallic grind as
he walks to find his key
that copies itself with each
second taking on imperfections,
changing into infinity