You realize it’s been days
on canned soup, and...

You can't hate your country.
You think you do...

Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...

Let me tell you
about the struggle...

It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

You hug your children,
wishing you didn't have to...

I'm selfish
when it comes to you...

The curtains took care
of the obtrusive sunrise that crawled...