Bankrupt are my lips,
from considering you to be...

The transients line my jail cell, disclosing that
evening will no longer let my eyes open...

Only a few hours without the sight
that took me back to remembrance...

Glissading down toward
pottery...

It is a new day
when there are no...

He is a visitant upon my
forelegs...

I feel like I can see people, not turning away
when I see the quietness about them or the...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

Collaring my wrist, taking veins
that murmur like violins...

You thought Sunday's were always
good for foot massages and being...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

No matter how submissive the night is,
I will originate a succession...