The Phone

We stand each opposite
side till the lines and ears hurt
none hears the other

The Avalanche

Loud scream triggered your
cascade and you took off all
that was yours: cold layers

D.I.D

I stealthily slip
out’v myself and watch myself
parade storms and breezes

Old age

Subtly, it draws its
way on my body, folds a
life in its wrinkles