Would you love me for the hedgehog-bun I make
out of my hair on Sunday mornings...

"In time, her tale grew old,
her hands grew old...

I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...

Back to back, separate mattresses:
we stare at the ceiling, blind our eyes on skype...

And I left you everywhere:
box beneath my bed, deep within...

If I knew, if I ever knew
that walking this road together...

I ask you, because there was no one else to...
Will you come to me, like a gust of wind...

Go. Shut the door.
Cover your ears and sleep...

One AM -
How I wished there were monsters...

You and he: both dislike my poetry, both confuse...
with a desire to cloak my nakedness, but he said I...

Tea without sugar, honey
despite bees, trees...

I wish to be the ocean waves
that hush you to sleep at night...