rings monochrome & wasp rig
leggings rise the soft cent metres
cent metres
some mals du nuit are daft
i presume the snakes
were a consequence
of a biological business meeting
interrupted
before memory began
walking me not me
yellow green
eyeless street curb
small edge gravity
daily curb
it was the powerlessness
this city
je ne sais quoi
the leggings
a perfectly normal young lady
a metre off