Found

Morning dew
Condensation
Flesh wet
In the grass
Vacuous home

180

Fill another glass

The bartender says something

Down another glass

179

Too often I find

I dearly miss the people

That I never had

178

It’s on the counter

In the toilet and my clothes

Bleach is in the air

177

Today, my heart tried

To do a small somersault

But I choked on it

176

Gripped in steel and ice

A resigned heart beats slowly

For the time being

175

A lunar rainbow

I am told that it exists

Just imagine it

174

It’s in the words, huh?

Speaking, talking, connecting.

That’s what it takes, huh?

173

Blurred faces speaking

Words, words in my direction

I feel the feelings

172

I know where it goes,

When the sun sets. It’s not gone.

But I still wonder.