comb through these streets
-your footsteps as fine as follicles-
and i realise there are some cities
that will never forgive me.

i spent a whole night
examining
the size of my pupils

8 balls

squeezing out of their sockets.

you didn’t see me
walking to school with
tears streaming down my face
i felt like i was 5 years old

if i could have found a softer way to cry
we’d be dancing ballet on my cheeks.