first winter night

I was cold
so I stood
in the rain
for a while

standing
on the edge
of the step
rocking

laundry day

there is a smell to sleep
perhaps it is the remnant
of dreams that cling
to my night clothes

unexpected evening

"and with that, jam night begins"
keep your head down and
concentrate on the liquor

this is the only moment
that will ever exist
(it is possible to come back)

you gotta reap just what you sew