Places
We move in and out of watching
Faces

Float around the hotel lobby like
Fishes
They're all blowing air

We know it must mean something
But we just stare


We stood
On Primrose Hill like statues we were
So good

Walked along the locks and into
Camden
Tried on silver shoes

And orange plastic jackets

Places

We move in and out of fast as
Hail stones
Make jokes hey isn't that the the word for our

Tombstones
So that everyone will know
When they're out one afternoon

Stop to read the stones