ReJoyce

The moon mutters his presence we raise hands in salute burnt coffee night browned teeth hellos stars like rich cavities filled

A clarinet player practices into the night squeak smack through the decent walls frustration of one build into frustration of all

I’m running pathways into the tall grass following my past I need a way back
Even if it’s just to place my nose on the glass and breathe that I see you I see you I see you so

Don’t you quit