Axial Scan

[Verse 1]
(So, the one-bedroom off Forest Avenue?)
It's where you'll land when this unwinds.
You'll learn the floor's specific groan by June,
And memorize the shadows from the blinds.

[Chorus]
It's just an axial scan of the damage done,
A floorplan drawn for a population of one.

[Verse 2]
The radiator has a low, pathetic hiss,
(And the light from the Polish church across the street?)
It cuts a pale, diagnostic stripe you'll miss,
'Til you see it printed on the empty sheet.

[Chorus]
It's just an axial scan of the damage done,
A floorplan drawn for a population of one.

[Bridge]
(What about her jacket, the one from the thrift store bin?)
"It always smelled like snow," you'll say out loud,
to the kitchen's unforgiving porcelain.

[Outro]
(And the humerus… feels hollowed out… but fine.)