I Saw Your Girlfriend / And She Was Eating Her Fingers / Like They're Just Another Meal
No Signal
I sincerely hope you choose the hills,
The somber rocks and moody shades,
The scent of showers, sound of storms,
The sense of carefree lostness.
The air is wet
And not infected.
Through the screen
She traced the ghostly steam
Escaping to exposed pipework
Against the naked brick
And waited,
Though she knew too clearly his steel entanglements,
His tethered affection.
5/27/20