APRIL

so i’m a few hours late. whatever, i made it! i apologise for this in advance.

VAMPIRES

There is a city made of necks.
House music hums from everybody’s throats
and when people get close to each other
it breaks down to heavy beats
and nothing more. Each skyscraper

is delicate, and the lifts are soft,
slower than the stairs. Nobody takes them.
On street corners people are caught
shaving each other, trading lovebites
for necklaces, pulling at scarves

curling out of strangers’ coats.
The sky is filled with the colours of skin.