eskimo
make coffee, then i write.
it takes time to get over
what happened last night,
and i know that the sight of me
will not make you happy,
but you still got to give me a chance.
to make it happen.
on the day of my demise.
i got up out of bed, i brushed
my teeth and splashed my eyes
with freezing water,
even colder than her heart.
a painted coconut is still
somehow art.
and at night i'm in the zone.
people hide behind their phone,
then they ask me for a loan.
take your hands from the street.
Luka.