Elliott Smith on repeat,

Coffee cup of scotch.

Baby gecko crawling on the ceiling,

Nostalgic for the darkest times

Spent apart in Shaanxi, that bleak apartment

With month old blood on its bathroom walls

At least then, come October you were in

my arms, hovering above the spiral

Staircase at the Orange Hotel,

Overarching space for a time that

I remember looking down.