The bruises are
disappearing...

I wonder if death
takes us to the sun...

This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...

We, right here, in
the furthest east...

I held my dog to the bed
last night when...

I still want
the truth...

There are moments of comfort.
I write them down and save their dates...

Warning:
A long, personal poem...

Stay still.
Choose a steady wall, a corner...

It is quiet, the night. Thoughts
are falcons, my heart is...

I remember the details
of that day. Every...

At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...