love could not exist simultaneously
the bloodlines back east and the branches
all blank screens, mild replies
I could write thicker stanzas
but it wouldn’t change the fact
there is no one else I love here
remind me why I came
tissues drag my bones
there are not enough red blood cells
and no elevator
first week mostly in the apartment
staring out at the view
I still don’t know the mountains
just want to instagram them
the holiness of others
that I can’t have their lives
ghosts of dreams of love
in the beige of the stucco
Denver like a dream
lost in the metropolis of South Metro
the dreams. the mountains.
and strip malls,
the screaming of coyotes.
Front page image by Grungetextures.