“Something courageous”

Tin man aplasia

Where am I from?

Can I come home?

The outside’s contagious

It’s all divination I’m sure

Side-on

I’m god

We’re talking in phases

I can tell by your face that I’m wrong

I’m gone

I don’t feel it at all

White dots through a telescope

Cheekbones, the relief in your clothes

My loss

Grey and old