“day-to-day”

there’s as much truth
as we want in this,
stone-carved stories
bloodied bark and
tearooms, lives
we talk about living.

“It Was”

It was streetcorners and Godspeed You! Black Emperor and the way the lamps looked in the rain,
It was parking lot attendants warning us that they were busy and that we would have to come back later,
It was misplacing the ashtray and having to smoke outside instead,
It was laying on a bed covered in notebooks forcing yourself to start again, again,
It was learning how much time an Earl Grey would buy you in the average tearoom,
It was coat pockets full of receipts for things you couldn’t remember buying,
It was counting your fingers to try and forget why they were shaking,
It was forgetting to dose for a few days and remembering on the way to a gig, and spending the whole evening zoomed in,
It was writing every day just before midnight because to do otherwise was to fail,
It was