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

Four months in, you lay your
palm on your belly, and feel a tiny...

Go on.
Speak of foreign lands...

Pineapples, pumpkin pie and primroses
underwear, unicorns and umbrellas...

Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...

This isn't
a poem about you...

Women like you
are lonely...

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

I remember
we were selfless, innocent...

I will lay you;
a drowsy gazelle...