The sunday that followed that friday 13th

 In maurice, forster writes

"because i say so little you think i don't feel. i care a lot"

as a bloody huge moon rises as we

ride through maurice ave

as the full moon hides in the sunday that followed that friday the 13th

a feeling shies in the back of the car

as my mind glides through chilly empty blocks in maurice

avenue there's talking in the front seats muffled 

by the glinting eyes of a scared dog that

ogles me as we drift

silently among stirring breaking screeching 

caring passengers of bloody orbits

carrying sounds that slip past us

and leave no trace but a faint absence

In that sunday that followed the friday 13th

i cared for a fearful dog

as we slid through maurice ave

deaf with thoughts and taiwanese songs

drifting back and forth the bloody ever smaller 

moon

may-jul/2022