I kiss god
Where did the gathering go?
Jeremy Amber Nick and Jennifer
Hold my hand Brush my hair Taste my ears Push me belly Lie to my ego
Memories chilly like the wind.
Tap water usher tides of regrets
A bite into mud
I am but tropical flowers

-- li

Town power severed. Gave flashlight a walk. People do not drive--they zombie drive. Million minds millions of miles away. I am alone here, just like them. I wonder if a bowl of dirt taste better in the dark.