We memorize the days before us, and outline all tomorrows. In the night, we write the truths. The beating, breathless, touches of every moment and every thought. The smoking gun we lie about in public. These are the poems that wake inside of us. The stories that we hide behind. You will find inside the love struck, broken down, the bullied, those who survive. Mermaids, dangers, and the dead. Come listen to the gentle tick as the Little Smoke consumes you, and fills your lungs with power.
