A distant football cheer floats, then unravels into separate throats. I’m carrying cherries home; one splits, marking my palm with a dark comma. I suck the stain and taste sun that isn’t here. Streetlights come on as if remembering something late.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
A distant football cheer floats, then unravels into separate throats. I’m carrying cherries home; one splits, marking my palm with a dark comma. I suck the stain and taste sun that isn’t here. Streetlights come on as if remembering something late.