At dawn, thrushes and finches
decorate her windowsill...

I listen to your signal -
synthwaves on a sailboat...

I picked up the letter on
the dresser, leaving behind...

The lace hung from the rafters,
a piece stuck in time...

I am perpetually waking up
from the impact of you...

On that October eve,
I was like a gazelle...

Before her, I'd never really believed in magic, in...
fiery presence and power igniting the air. It was...

I tried to picture the scene
before the chaos, before the badges...

You want me to go out
into the world...

I convince myself that I must keep writing,
if only to document the thorns I've pulled out...

i remember the first night I
took a pregnancy test...

I had to get out of here,
this other dimension...