I become raw around this time of year
My Clarks are starting to talk

I wake up an hour before my alarm
I see hands moving in the light reflecting through the windows
I see my breath in the shower

You can put a cutting in water and it will grow roots
But the roots don’t work when you plant them

I once saw my lover across the street
She looks like any stranger from far enough away

Trace the crumbs on the infinite saucer
The tiles like honey comb

I just want you to know how to calculate your lifestyle

You enter the building 20 minutes behind
Stop thinking faster than you listen

I got a miraculous welcome

I am the iron in the fireplace burnt and rusty
I am the marble eroded by 5,000 footsteps

Put a comma in the sky
It means you own something