Our neighbor's infant
is screaming...

We're lying down,
two naked, shameless bodies...

How can I tell you that the coldness
of your body on your last day on...

Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...

Do you think about it at all?
That we are trapped. There's nothing...

We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast...

You could duct-tape
the freedom...

The ground is shaking.
You’re holding up the wall...

There it is.
The perfect slightly-see-through...

34th day:
Flowers had color again. The sky...

You and I
are perfect together...

Who needs
street lamps anyway...