Roommates

I used to fall asleep on his couch

Eye open, vivid daze of morning spent

scanning the room for clues

There are no photos of us

No proof! no emergence

without containment

So, I swallow the lumps in my throat, let them fall

freely beat the drums in our chest

Your soft breath keeps rhythm, I keep quiet and

take our picture: color and shadow

Collection Winter 2022-23 | Pareidolia, by Michael Herman