Abreast her warm lips
there is a leaf relapsing...

He has to put the gun down
in the rain...

The barrette in my brown hair used to remind
my father of night, presidential debates the...

I didn't want to shake her shoulders last night
and tell her insomnia was roller blading off of...

If I could,
I'd show you the contents of love...

One month
It's October already...

I.
piano keys are my...

Deep, night blue is longing,
expressions bearing no paint...

I never realized my back
could be exposed like...

Snow's intimacy-
Vapor pooling onto script...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

The things they swept beneath their beds
were not dust, no, they weren't some kind...