11:42.

New eyes, first steps, still making regrets.

Exactly 400 since the 600 named me.

Most dramatic.

My strides aren’t long enough to take it.

White tux, pink stain down the front.

Jack says ‘Be better’, I scream ‘I want to’.

Still dirty in a ninety-minute shower.

Bury your weapons, I’m missing a peace.

That first cut when I was twelve.

Pre-post-traumatic.

Midnight and tears beneath the pine trees.

Eleven, can you get a new month.

My endless notes, all addressed to you.

Impossible cosmonaut, I tally the hour.

Lavender sunsets, legion vocabulary.

Season 3, Episode 4, Roll 5.

Ref. automatic.

The hypo critic on the contrary.

Blacklist made, we changed the font.

Unseen history: the drop makes it true.

“Seeking advice,” spits the coward.

The Third face, I wish the middle.

Barnes never marrowed for the lofted.

Thoughts erratic.

Unsanctioned like the dinner riddle.

Heartbreak dishes, the new kids won’t.

Someone for rambling, ocean rain view.

I finally know my favorite flower.