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...
I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...
They root themselves under the
night sky, singing odes to Luna and...