I picture her in reticence
A living vesper
I was undecided

Frayed beading, a loose and callous ornament
Amidst the slacking noose
Ash that coalesced in thickened grey
Unnameables

Distant flecks
It is endless here
A fog of happenings
Stop motion time
Upon a straight line
Recount your vesper from the back seat of a car

I’m running out of empathy
Running out of who I used to be
I used to be
They charged us with the guillotine - folic acid, dexedrine and awe
And awe
It’s all over now