The Weight of Morning Light
My head is still swimming with the ghost of last night'
Dusk Till Dawn
The Golden Hour After You
I woke up with the taste of your coffee and old records
The Golden Hour After All Our Sins
My head is still swimming with the ghost of last night—the
Neon Afterglow and Static Hearts
The city is still humming, though it sounds more like a fever
The Weight of Morning Mist
My head still thrums with the ghost of last night’s jazz
The Glass Half Full of Yesterday
The sunlight is too loud for this kind of morning. It spills
Glass Echoes and Morning Silk
The city is still humming in a low, distant frequency that feels
Gold Dust in an Elevator Mirror
The light here is too honest, a cold fluorescent hum that tastes
Sea Salt on Your Skin
The sunlight is too loud for this kind of morning. I’m
Saffron Sunsets and Salt-Stained Sheets
My head still hums with the ghost of last night’s jazz—
The Salt-Scented Afterglow
I woke up to the sound of a world that hadn'
Liquid Gold and Linen Sheets
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the blinds
