repeat it
until you believe it...
The ground is shaking.
You’re holding up the wall...
You could duct-tape
the freedom...
2:41 a.m., I woke up startled
when a missile plummeted in a backyard...
The house is mute,
steeped with exasperation...
The ride back
home was silent...
“They have bigger sandwiches
here, the size of my arm. They respect...
Who needs
street lamps anyway...
Let me tell you,
my depression...
The curtains took care
of the obtrusive sunrise that crawled...
You’d never tell
how capable of grieving...
Now I tuck you in. Your hands
are warmer today...