Run away, they won’t find us. Ride away, on our Go Bragh canal boat. Laugh again, that sound makes me Turn off all other things.
Olive Green boots by the back door make me feel safe. Rings of ink around her wrist next to a scar from an oven tray. Time foresaw you laying with me. Lay with me. Teaching me names of flowers. Lie with me on this beach of tiny stones Camera smile with our eyes closed I turn off all other things.