i composed a proposition
that would, once again
leave me alone
to play with gems on the hardwood floor.

zombie killing songs
bring everyone in the room
together again.
nostalgia gives us all the data we need
to connect.

afterglow hangovers
felt better when i was younger.

i'm getting too old to do this.

i propose my composition, instead.
telling the truth
never lasted
so long.

i rerolled the film,
and lost - to chance - a cathedral memory.

i lessen the shadows
and find myself
playing with gems again
alone,

the ceiling fan sounds like it's going to fall off.