Breadcrumb #177
ANDREI KOZLOV
oceanic zephyr petrichoral
and instant coffee diesel tenor of
freighters in Manila Bay
our linoleum room is garlic and talcum
and the permeations of a neverclosed window
hills around the city ignite
a thousand distant votives to commemorate
the nightly devastation of ever
being known again by darkness
you splayed above the sheets in my tshirt
bathed in twelve floors of violet halogen
from the call centers and karaoke restobars
I will leave never knowing
the hills’ exterior gaze
a cataract of lightless water
eight empty trucks leave the city
a storm rolls through at last
in our kitchen the roaches thrive
despite our rituals of ammonia
and scattered laurel