a row of houses with yellow mouths and gleaming teeth inside. light like fluid that holds and protects. inside, I could
do all those things.
a room of my own with books along the walls and calls that cut through the night. I decide, get up, follow through. I turn to you and I scream for the sake of reactions. there’s nothing else. just snakes of ink in the bath and deep blue colours outside. I move through it, looking in.