Devon Calonzo

Lost day in my day clothes      I dreamt I lost some stones      some howlite      Yellow cuts through the blue      cuts through the yellow      the sun paints my window with false hope      There's a lover on my wrist and      ///                I keep checking the time                /// ///                I forgot to check the time               /// when will the rain come      some fortitude      do you have a name      for this brief patch?      labyrinthine      exit      sheets of      strings of      rust     

The drink brings clarity.      I gasp out ghosts and peace of mind.           small bites sate my appetite      I care      variably.      I pick       at tomorrow's      baby      a scare I've had before.      It's a long game      (lotta shots)      bodies made of wind      Sorry Miah      I was young     

I can't leave it on the table      cuz ima forget about it.      Like the flowers.      Strange way to put it but      come for me      like a puddle traveling through itself      it grows      until it desires to run      then it gives back           I slept through the rainbow and      we are unimproved.           If I leave it on the table I won't forget,      it will haunt me        in its placement, its natural state      shine some light as if a reflection would change it,      and all at once the glittering leaves spread themselves      close to suicide but it's just a visit.