I try to hide it, but stairs always wind me.I climbed the stairs to where you were.Wiping the traces of sweat from my face,I saw your silhouette. Transiently, we existeda shared decision bringing us together.And almost robotically, we left.So easily, and so cleanly. Each meeting is like crossing through a doorframe.When we enter, maybe we…

Smooth cuts through chaos, forming gridlines and namesakes. From prompts to cross, to doorways to heartache. The string to a beaded necklace, the steps to a staircase. How metaphorically endless, These retraceable paths, to never efface Imbibed with life during the day In the night, melancholic and foreign. As a journey, a giant clique With…