To begin,
we slip off our rings...

Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...

The air is warm - a lover's sigh -
the earth submits to regal sky...

I don't need your hands
the way that, soft as ashes...

Today, I went out.
I took a bath, with lavender and oils, I...

A ghost is not a person,
but a space...

Lighthanded,
she whisks a spoon around the kettle...

When I die
I want my body burned...

Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...

She skips around light posts,
clutching at her rebellious skirt and...

You, poet,
with your toes clenched in river mud...

The wave approaches,
silently...