a map reveals itself across your face, neck, and chest. territories lost or conquered?

temperate summer evening or
fat raindrops wrenching the stillness from where it'd pooled in our throats. a german shepherd under the awning licks his chops and eyes the algerian pastries. teeny mouse races me home, dodging the water. bed by the window, all these mice, drops of rain, voices tuck and eddy in dirty pools around my cheeks and ears