Show us to a way so we can then show
train us in ways so as we can then train...
If tomorrow does not come to me,
You know, I would not care...
IF
!Confusion...
I sloughed you off
like a snake...
The pieces of the puzzle fit
but the picture tells a different story...
You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...
Trepidation permeates my
every thought...
One day, when all of this ends,
we will collect our bones...
it is just an empty page calling me
and poetry is born from this mistake...
My mind visited today,
imagining walking over...
I don't know what you've
heard about poets...
Last winter
I buried clockwork in my stomach...