What went wrong

Love,

when you ask my long face

‘what’s wrong?’

– where to begin,

I don’t know;

Just now? Yesterday?

Nineteen ninety four?

Or,

the day I was born?

Aqua de Noche, Amy Friend 2010

Bring me the night

In the dark,

everything melts nameless

and sound itself, quiet.

What a thing it is,

to not be.

Come crickets,

fireflies,

wash over me.

Bring me the night.

Image by Julie Paterson