A seller’s cigarette and a chaotic place takes precedent – the barrow man and the little red riding hood of our time

Together exceptional, alone – if only
A harsh spark amid the shy little system of a crumpling down upon high knees

Breath borrowers with envied envy-laden dreams – when money means time and they desire our minds

It’s a terrible love and their walking in with spiders – only she knows it takes an ocean not to break them