I’m always thinking of last year, yesterday, crooked sentimentality 
For something I never bothered to appreciate at the time, or, 

Something you didn’t. When time kept gaping like a jaw

who carries the little bottles?
fills them with sand and glass,
corks them tenderly, risking
cuts or bruises for tourist-
shop pleasure and free wifi?

I learned last week
that all my life what I've called

you’re just complaining I 
love complaining I love to complain but
also to be quiet 

you’re doing all these things because you can
I’m not doing anything because I can I’m pressing a hole in the wall. I’m