Sub Rosa

Good couple of days.
Bad couple of nights.
Determined to keep it light
for tonight.

Being a creature driven largely by hormones, paired with a particularly bad therapy session, of course, is a recipe for emotional distress.

But I’m all alone in the living room, staring at the fire, drinking Sauvignon Blanc con mi Rosa y estoy regresando. Lentamente.

I wish you were here.
It’s not even ten.
I can’t call you again.
I’d call you, and then—

I won’t remember.
I’ll get lost in the sound.
And I’m closing this down
before the rhyme comes arou—

Goodnight xx