Do you only love me in view of the fact that
        I can see cities in Coca-Cola glasses
        filled with red wine?

I am walking in a city much bigger than you
Or me.
The only thought I can assemble is the image of
Bird shadows against some broken down building.
You are disappearing
, Silently. Silently.

And I’m lying in bed trying to define Holden Caulfield, because those who insist he is the epitome of teenage angst seem so mistaken and obvious.

Or maybe I'm just naive.

“I need time to find myself”, she said.
“Where do you think you are?” I ask.

“Perhaps somewhere floating with the cotton
From all those trees that make you sneeze.
Or falling off a cliff, when someone only thinks
They’re about to scrape their knee.
Maybe I’m in the last catch of breath
Before something stops your heart from beating.”