If there could be a place
where realism fades into the background...
life agitates in the cracks between the heart
and the soul, blooming in whole, not parts...
You brought in peace
by leaving...
Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...
i dreamt of you again;
this time in parts...
What may come of the sunflowers
blossoming before schedule...
I heard voices
in your silence...
you sink carnivorous teeth into the
sweetbread, lamenting that it tasted...
transparent words; the strings still dangle
from the same lips that sprouted them...
It is quiet, the night. Thoughts
are falcons, my heart is...
The birds didn't chirp today
but I heard them...
misery is a quiet resource; an unknown quantity of...
you were the oasis, the empty vessel that life...