when a sloshed woman
leaves an all-night shop
the door squeaks with the voice of a crying child
in the empty street a grim monotony
after the holidays on a foggy evening
the smell of coal smoke
first love walked
with a blush on the face
from the waist up
to the waist down
now you knock about at night like glass
empty brittle clinking
whoever touches you will cut themselves
you ask where those you played hide and seek with
are buried
you thought she’d shield you
with her own body
