It seems

it seems,
hopping from calamity to calamity,

you came to edmonton.

how was it?

i don't know,
you said you liked it here

there was concern around your eyes

wrinkles of despair, laughter, sex, the incredulous squint

deployed against bad arguments and grudges

other expressions you are keeping to yourself,

paths encrypted, cut

in this alluvial outstretching

i'm in those wrinkles

maybe somewhere just a bit

and sorry

i guess.