He sips at his extra black coffee,
the only thing that slightly relieves him of the...

Driving in the car
the joint rolled between her fingers...

She dabs on the last
of Arrest me Red...

She watches the rain;
pitter-patter against the windows...

She stands there,
looking through the glass...

You say I'm beautiful, but
which do you mean...

What is it to you?
That I cut...

You're gone now, but I still
think...

The colors play across
the sheets...

She pulls off her shirt,
forgetting to look for the bruises...

Pearly, iridescent, cascading tears
are trailing down porcelain doll faces...

It's storming out, and I'm wondering
"Is he thinking about me?&quot...