Terrified
Isolated and...
Coughing up
Obituaries...
Yeah yeah,
there’s the pillow...
I count all the holes in my heart
since we said goodbye and...
you buried me in
bitter orange and oak...
I fell for your charm
but I was never enough...
Our rages are for our burning.
So...
I found an old picture of us
and bile rose up in my throat...
you're not eating and we're trying everything we...
Is there a weakness
in caring so much...
At noon a mouse beneath the seesaw saw
An elephant with nuts across the yard...
Dusk fell softly
Like children's footsteps...