steadfast we stand in a drunken daze
as the floor below bustles with small talk

chest to chest, i feel your stomach rise
to touch mine as i gaze out the widow's walk

familiar uncertainty sweeps
my face like the breeze

as i watch the waves ascend
and tumble down my cheek

"Black and white," Charley said and smiled almost nervously.
"Thanks?" I turned to Lily and told her a tale of free meals from years before.


I must speak in tongues.

I'm back to that eternal feeling
where everything feels ephemeral.

You stood there, expressionless, under the eaves. I wondered what would last longer, your silence or the snowfall. The building across the road had been repainted a sort of mauve color -- the shade you'd find on an unhappy bridesmaid. You mumbled something that I couldn't understand. "The snowfall," I thought.