drafted upon a sentence shortened
a chest plunged into winter
a fist too tight
an agent with rot torn through

it’s the first time I’ll come to you
plum blue palms
Frost where the beat should be

It’s the next time I’ll see you
snuck drugged luck
As a knight on a chessboard

an apology made in vain
a horse found inside this trench
a stutter as my heart offers no angel to love

It’s the last time
and you’re much too far away