my clothes feel too big,
& my bed feels too empty.
so i keep throwing things around
making messes on my floor
to fill in the vacant space.
colouring the carpert
red & black.
my sweetest memory lies
there, tangled & woven into
sweat-laden sheets. a thoughtful,
steady drag of cigarette;
a cloudy gaze beyond a
tinted window--recall the
shape of her against me.
her hand on my cheek, on
my neck, on my chest.
a sigh, a moan.
a whisper.
a kiss on palest skin.
