This isn't
a poem about you...

We're in the dim-lighted room
in the house, drinking mint tea and...

I watch you
pet the butterflies...

This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...

You prowled for fragile
creatures, slithering through the...

Thursday grabs me
by the chin...

It's not your OCD
when you like things...

Sunflowers are letting winter
into their color...

I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands...

Dear therapist,
When you ask me...

I know that now
I should pretend to search for...

The chapel,
the flocks of hoopoes...