the morning light drinks from your
eyes – a continuous wellspring of...
people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...
Last night, I had a dream
that she was dying...
In the rainbow boxes of preference,
they each are...
You knew pain took over
her tiny body...
I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...
I've lost faith in
so many things...
Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...
I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...
You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...
Let me tell you
about the struggle...
Everybody in that lobby
heard the cries of joy coming...