I show my students
the experiment of mixing...

We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our dinner table has deep dishes
brimmed with poison and words and...

You could duct-tape
the freedom...

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

I'm told to describe you
in thirteen words. I can, with one...