For Elena
I find, dear heart, on this twisting road...

In grade five there was Serenity
He liked her; she liked him...

The tree, it fell on all the people
Holding the young below them...

Note--This poem is meant to be read through very...
On the shoals...

Look to your left
Look to your right...

I lie in wait below unseeing air
Turbulent still since the brightest one fell...

Why won't you
Leave me behind...

Who knows the point?
I beg for mercy...

OK--uh, please don't ask about the first line...
Feeding grapes to my leopards...

Alone and lonely, new and fresh
The silent sorrow of untouched flesh...

Then it is Saturday I
See I must learn to yield...

To those I know...
I see you slip without a cause...