monte cristo'd

but if we did, we'd
speak in beat-boxed rhymes, nods and
significant glances

•

scratch and scratch a hole,
burrow through to light; then, once
you're on the ledge? jump

(the water's warm, the swimming's good.)

circles

roundabout we went.
i only stopped when i knew
what i seek will come.

new angle

my dear, do try; i
have listening ears and my,
i like to hear you.


–honey, won't you let me in–