ONETWENTY

Scratch
Who’s that?
Outbound, my friend
Time to go
to the coast
Enough time spent in your
empty house
scratch
wool against your legs
I thought it was emptying out
Everything
That’s why I left
Not so sinister
Is it?
No.
We leave with memories
Palm prints
And everything else more important
Lost words
Outbound, my friend
Outbound, my friend
So cliche to talk about our time
time in bed, with
sheets to our necks
Rest
And to your outbound
Destination
An X on a map