The Cache-Clearance of a Human Heart
I have spent three hundred days as an algorithm in this city—
Urban Solitude
The Resolution of a Rain-Slicked Heartbeat
I can feel my skin beginning to flake into tiny, iridescent squares
The Alchemy of Salt and Silence
I left the city not to find someone, but to remember who
The Gilded Cage of Quietude
He thinks he has me cataloged—a delicate specimen in a blue
The Sterile Ritual of Intimacy
I stand before the mirror in a bathroom that smells of expensive
The Neon Threshold of Us
I stand before this wall of glowing pink neon, but my eyes
Hum of a Pale Summer
Electric wind.
A rhythmic thrumming that tastes of ozone and old wood
The Cobalt Resonance of Your Touch
My heart had become a series of rigid, grey rectangles—sharp edges
The Resonance of a Glass Heartbeat
I ride this beast across the plains not to escape my life,
A Breath Sent to the Silent City
I have spent three years in an office that tastes of recycled
The Saltwater Rhythm of Us
I had forgotten how to be still until I returned here, where
The Golden Hour of a Concrete Heart
I have always wondered if the city breathes. Tonight, standing on this
