Round Trip

I’ll come to the street

In a cab

Pay

Bag

Door

Up the stairs

Lock one

Lock two

Shoes

Hat

Suitcase

Then the hollow

Heart of home

Stumbled Upon

What do we do with these ruins?

This black dream gives no clues

There’s a lot of stone,

it’s all over the place.

Does someone know?

Who should we tell?

Pour alcohol over it

Let it burn

In secret