Every night is a new house with the same address.

It lifts the lid off love.

Night is looking at your face after—

To find its beauty gone.

Every night is a new contusion—

Do you remember how it happened?

Every night is Yes, no, yes, yes—

I was happiest on the other side of this.

Every night you search yourself.

It takes the time it takes.

Night is two lilac bodies with one head—

Whose eyes are your eyes?

Every night is Don’t you recognize me?

Every night is No.

I don’t recognize myself.