Last night I dreamed I did not sleep. I lay awake, eyes blinking, thoughts racing, chest tight. And then I dreamt I woke.
Knees, heart and other night sounds as old age gets up in the dark.
The ice wind breathes
The ice wind breathes ever harder; one by one city lights go out.
They hold hands. If they are ever found, they will be found together.
My favourite place
The world spirals helterskelter to where she is, whether I will or I won’t, but I will and I do. My favourite place is there.
Pitchblack night, no stars. Hold my hand, I’ll stop you from falling – then I fell. Two lying in the mud, crying laughing.