pressing leaves into the earth as i step, exuding an energy that distorts the radio. used soil is no longer fertile. coffee ring, flaking varnish, excess glue. a feeling like being watched, but you’re the one watching. picking off the residual damage.

eyeing the date with a pounding heart and a tin remote in my hands. tense fists, shimmering curtains, pushing the sepal to break. new year’s day grows nearer. so here i will wait, as i have waited.

for an infinitesimally small, fleeting moment, something was there. it peeks through tall grass and scurries away. an inkling of control and a happy surprise; a combination unbeknownst to man! it ran back to it’s den rather quickly. but i’m sure it will remember my face, in the city, on my own body, when we next meet.