i felt like an old campaigner
and u just starting out
but with wounds that would make me pale
if i cd imagine them

so i hug u with your fierceness
your determinedness

with your quiet flamboyance breaking down
seeping from your eyes

there’s nothing i can say for us
the future’s white grey metal closing all around

i can only give u money for a taxi
say i’ll call u in the morning

and that’s what we have
stupid
beautiful
mundane