As I look back through
memories of a broken childhood...

What would you think,
if I told you that I find...

For a poet,
the morning after pill...

You've lost count of all the times you promised...

Maybe if I was less ashamed to ask for things, it...
in my favor, maybe if I didn't say "I'm so...

Well ofcourse it is exhausting,
the constant smiling, telling nobody...

Isn't too early for tears?
...nah ain't such thing...

There was something
about the last Sunday...

On the trip to Poland,
I met a boy from Afghanistan...

Almost two months ago,
I jumped out of that plane, straight to poetry...

1.he said :
dang girl, look at those thighs. wow come here...

My days without you
are diseased lungs...