malovice 2020
time
is slipping through the cracks & i feel guarded
protector of my hours
protector of my creative limbs
they can freeze here - set up to ice
like some Tarkovskian epic.
in a caravan in February - my fingers simply fall off
in a caravan in February - my heart falls out
in a caravan in February - my name changed to Sam
in a caravan in February - i don’t know who I am.
-n.nigro 2020