Pondlife - Judith Juillerat

Well you're not brave if you still keep the letters And you're not sane if you don't want to get better And you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane Well y

Around the bed frame hollow cans And rings from coffee cups line the pages on the desk Monday spent mourning the sun While taste still lingers from something lo

A steady hand at dooms blank starewith voices calling you back to bed Delancey street trembles beneathas you rise to meet the day It's a long night wide awakewi