in-between
I notice you pushing on a pull door.
You sweat without success
as my habits turn from bad to worse.
In the house of glass
I find a maze in a sea of smoke,
the sticks and stems provide me
and hide me
at least for a little while.
We arrived together.
But now that you’re gone,
I don't know how to leave
and I don’t know if I want to.











