hiding out behind the birch
the view of things seems clearer here
don't fill out the capacious bags
gives me time to grow a love
at the shady end of the slope?
with my pyramid-sized hopes?
stillboy holds his breath
stepping out of everything
'cause at every tick of the clock
at the shady end of the slope?
with my pyramid-sized hopes?
stillboy holds his breath
like the chickens need the fox
and daylight longs for the dark
i excuse myself to go and make my
stillboy holds his breath