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...

I'm too damaged to watch
storms pour sugar onto their...

Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

Whenever your arms embrace me
(only in public), you'd bask in my...