The sky is caught
behind the clouds...

I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...

When I am alone
it swirls inside of me...

I saw her across a
field of sun...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

I wish I could
find the crack...

I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...

The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...

Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...

If I could,
I would surgically remove you...

I thought
for a second...