Elliot 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.