hi mom, thought you should know I’ve
been sleeping with the windows open
thinking all the time about elektra’s 
had you seen me / you would have loved me
and how verse like that just rattles around
in me like a trapped moth.
waiting for something larger than this room
to bear witness to my languish before
I’m nothing but silt. my train leaves tomorrow
but I’ve lost my phone charger. leavings are just calculated
disintegration, huh?