romance everywhere or there’s

a chance you just notice things,

like a sheep plague after that

sheep dream. we started to walk

our skin was closer than ever,

a thin veil of atoms the buttress

& i feared this. needlessly. look


the fog-slapped street through

a window is desultory. tell me

things. the sun reads my tea

leaves in the car-park it’s

not to find out but. we

can’t know anything.