It’s milky gray October here and when

I wake up, they’re tearing down the house next door. 

You are in another city living out

A possibility of mine. 

Someone else is knocking on the window. 

It’s time to go to work. 

I’ll hitch the ride and tell you about it later.

The sun is a spotlight in the south and it will follow me whereever I go. 

My lips are still raw from you baby I’m still all bloodied up. 

Bamboo was growing up through the floor of the house next door,

They couldn’t save it.