I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...

Springing up from rest,
Flames erupt with excitement...

My heart breaks through its cage,
shutting time down...

When she looked at him for the first time,
She couldn't look away...

I still feel
the profound sadness...

Fantasies of the heart are all too often created,
but the ones blessed with sincerity...

What do you do when a memory is born then dies...
Eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night/ a lonely...

Who are you?
I am not MYSELF...

Sassy orange pinwheels dance
as I ignore their ignorance...

How did I come here
expecting your carved blessings...

I'm to that point where I don't know what to do...
Where am I supposed to go from here when the past...

She is el sol wrapped up in a compact
home where the desert is her backbone...