The thought hits me sometimes
like a bolt from the blue, that...

I’ve been told many myths
about death...

You realize it’s been days
on canned soup, and...

He’s explaining to me why
we’ll be switching from olanzapine...

I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...

I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...

The scale measures
how deeply I hate myself...

“Do you know why I
don’t think dying...

The world is uneven.
It gave hawks to fishermen...

Regret has the size
of our empty family house...

I can feel the shy water
gurgling under the ground...

Words have teeth
like silky sharks...