• Under vinyl-printed clouds
    Singing 'helpless'

    [Your guitar was flowing with strumming fingers and your calluses fell off.
    You were beautiful.]

    It exploded all above us and splattered us with color. All of us, we were orange and pink and blue and green.

    "White is the absence," you said, and we turned white.

    Finally our feet were waterlogged like our brains.

    We were flying.