Lies as sincere as poetry
swam beneath his shallow pond...

He veers towards them
with a certain slapstickish fury...

Who, who, who
braids words in her hair...

Why not love me
for errant reasons, dear...

High speed connections
and neon lights...

I'm wilting,
and I shouldn't expect you to care for my garden...

I keep falling
in deeper water...

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart...

I feel like a daylily at midnight,
all backbone, no nerve...

It's 9:57, morning tide-
melancholy mocks me...

You asked me for my words
I silenty surrender my soul...

You were always brilliant,
the way you'd undress me...