for everything which is yes

The bells of St. Paul’s
beckoned him back to a past
in need of recall.

Millenium Bridge
spans the Thames, an unraveled
strand of DNA.

Choppy sidewalk steps.
Flitting eyes. Twitchy head bobs.
Then, the pigeon falls.

He shaved, each hairy
little death taking with it
traces of a kiss.

Before heading to
Africa, you’re unsettled.
After, much more so.

[H] CR-V,
N38 1982 :
XOXOX !

Horcruxes exist:
as ex-lovers, each soul split
into the other.