reravelling

clouds unravel like everyone knew they would and there is no storage
and no record and no instructions

for good, no one can measure
outside it's cold and I only walk in the alley (the in-between) it's smoother and honestly I can't believe we walk so close to moving cars

a relaxing moment of very loose affiliation with myself

guilty bios
lines on lines
time shares
quarantine has always been the goal

and the day gets green and darker

screaming about the virus
feels so lit like god bless
anything to talk about
because it's how we all
do us together pointing
out that this is the point

painting
porched out under
the rain
and listening to whatever
you're throwing across
the colder room
how I'm loving
everything you do now
inside the threat its easier?