Invisible Cities -

There’s nothing romantic in waiting for this feeling to pass

I cannot find the charm in spending so many nights alone

Devices are not effective;

again it’s hard to breath

A few calls, and my soul is already spread upon the operating table

The letters are hiding in the tired facial creases

I owe you so much of this

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever stop thinking about you

I wonder, no longer able to understand clearly what I’m missing

When will time be in our hands again?

Love, I don’t ask for much

Do kids still jump into the rivr from the bridge?

Weaving strings ovr their backyards, staying up all night

Crossing fingers, staring down

Waiting for something big to happen

My own blood doesn’t scare me anymore