Month: March 2026

“untitled still life (2019)” 

I don't want to give names
to your fistfuls of hollow 
coffee cup still half full, overturned
baroque broken words, reaching for something
that forever seems older 
than you or I in every language 
well run dry, and yet 
despite yourself 
each moment in atemporal space
teeming with life

when we met, I 
wanted to drink myself into the ground,
an inelegant death like hemingway perhaps 
after bleeding worlds onto ten thousand pages
inspired by black coffee and gin 
I'm sober now and you're still empty glasses, 
the smell of pages, wine
and cigarettes after two years of silence 
I can still vanish into the liquor darkness of you
without ever tasting a drop
I don't want to die anymore 
(most days) 
and perhaps I am a fool
for wandering through your still life fortress of 
melancholy 

but you keep coming back to me, 
three hundred year old moment 
or perhaps you are a memory 
I've never been good at untangling how I feel
and some days I feel like I am made of iron
but today I feel like nothing more than glass - 


Allēna 3/1/2026