His eyes are ghosts
grunting...

They always say you can turn around, but I'm not...
(I can't go back, I have already carried myself...

I remember distinctly the day I was called a...
Clouds burst and ugly demons escaped. People will...

You wouldn't know unless I told you
that I do not welcome autumn's fertility...

People are so nice, so nice that it hurts.
(I didn't think kindness could peel away...

The blackbirds hit our homes like hailstorms.
None of us in that cobblestone mansion...

The sun was burning my scalp.
11 a.m. seemed near midnight...

"It's hard to speak my thoughts."
"But you're a writer", he said...

Lick cinnamon and sugar off fingertips,
finish off the weak pot of coffee...

There is more to this misery
Alive another day...

When you met me that Saturday morning,
it seemed the world was still drowsy...

Lately, I've done more writing than praying.
But maybe this ink could serve as a prayer...