We eat pumpkin pie for breakfast,
whipped cream in spoonfuls...

The autumn sun touched the
nape of my neck, today...

There’s an unnamed force pulling me
to indulge in a train ride through the Rocky...

May I tag along as a ghost?
I have no place to reside...

Inject in me a set of false memories,
I don't mind becoming a dream...

When I say privilege, please understand what I...
It's the way your anger spills out like rainwater...

I wasn't looking to hold you, or even be held by...
Your wife slept in the other room and you gently...

Am I the only one who sees the
psychology of this situation...

i listen to the broken rhythm
of their speech...

i shower in the gray silence of
an autumn afternoon...

On the first of November, you
asked if I believed in God anymore...

are you living in this castle?
i have glimpsed you from afar...