I take off a jacket soaked from being unwanted my knees still tremble fingers chilled to the bone
there is no fire nearby it’s hard to warm yourself on words of rejection I reach for hot tea raspberry syrup — sharp today
the dog still has the same loving eyes and the maple rustles as if whispering it will pass tell that to a girl like me who for a week has been almost transparent
I don’t know who is speaking but the voice is clear
one day this will do you good there are no accidents
I didn’t believe the fortune-teller then yet she was right may your relationship be light they say you cannot build happiness on someone else’s sorrow so I insist I am happy so that at least one of us comes out of this well
I want as soon as possible to dry at least the sleeves so I don’t catch a fatal cold
