october octopus octopus, you swam away too fast
i am the lonely Italian cheese maker in the Venice basement i am the grass beneath your feet and the door your slam i am the mix tape played back and forth in your aging car i am the memorable songs you sing together and i am the hair you clutch between your fingers when you can't take it i am the sun setting on your perfect day and your burgundy colored beta fished turned upside down i am the abrasive tongue shoved in your mouth and the stone bridge you walk over i am every colour of paper i am nails you bite off i am the silent breaths you make when you tiptoe through you house and i am here and now and this