First, the snow does,
as your favorite...

In, thoroughly
then out, slowly...

Go back to where you
came from...

2:41 a.m., I woke up startled
when a missile plummeted in a backyard...

Come here.
Get used to watching...

I’ve been told many myths
about death...

The sizzling sound
was sweated through the walls...

The house is mute,
steeped with exasperation...

It's Tuesday morning.
7 a.m...

The ride back
home was silent...

The ocean is fathomless and welcoming.
Arms outstretch above...

Fear is two heavy palms
pressing wrathfully...