fifteenth street

this October exhausted every sound
and still the hours pass
I am sick of my voice
of the nocturnal dove outside my window
my own trouble with breathing these days is
the inhale
look here I’ve marked myself: be still
even as you move
you are new and I am at best
a body
I felt you furthered by the difference in people-
I speculate the seasons are changing
all of your secrets get lost in our dialogue
we wander in new times
I will tell you the days are quick to keep fading
I have seen this same morning before

collection 1 — a dedication to dc