Sticking to my cottons
I click the button on my phone and look for your name

Threadbare white blouse
Under which my shoulder rotates back
And forth as I walk, right
Above my draining heart

In the nineties,
When the heat gets oh there
And the city is just foxy with it
I feel the emptying

Like the sky of colors, when night
Reeks into the hot atmosphere

Like a screen
When I do nothing
And all light goes from it
Like hope

My god
How many times do I look
It's the one thing I am fearless about

The sky teals and darkens
From the rooftop I can watch
Summertime, carrion

Can I just have something that doesn't feel
Bad, or anything