Two years
seven months...

Please. . .
Take the bottle...

I'm at a loss of understanding,
so perhaps someone can enlighten me...

As the sun dips slowly,
sunset burns through the sky...

Tonight I sung with the celestial choir,
standing in companionship with the stars...

My head groans
as the world spins in the rhythm...

I am queer.
I am not straight...

Do not ask me to live.
You alone...

You know -
I spend all day...

The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...

Sick with fear
Nauseous with pain...

As I gaze at the starts at night,
and dream of what is to be...