, , ,

You say that you know him, but 

you don’t know what he wants from

us.  we have been out here, at the edge

of the village for 

so long, probing the

coffee fields for 

the sight of 

distant moons.  we know that

he asks us for light, but

its been night for years and

we asked for

darkness, but we

didn’t know that it would be

so cold out here.  we pretend to 

enjoy snow on red rose

pedals, but life is too short

for photographs.