Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

I feel the rain
and I wonder...

I am scared of being
diminished...

In the glimmer
of the sun before...

I run
too quickly...

I thought I was
safe...

There are only
so many pieces...

If I could write something pretty-
I imagine it would feel...

Winter warmth
felt icy, so I ran...

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

I crave it deeply
passionately...

When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...