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

Warning:
A long, personal poem...

On your grave, today, there was
a sun ray that wouldn't leave...

The anguished woman
pushed and...

I still want
the truth...

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

This garden became too
narrow for us. You might have...

Think
of every cell in your body...

In twenty days, I'll
turn twenty five. Twenty five...

You go from a corner
to another, as my eyes watch...

I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...

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