They tumble off the page,
... letter...

We're the speckles in concrete, some necks
more immune against the two-faced sun...

Neat girl sits with crossed legs,
a napkin across her lap, hiding her...

... a crack of light
... a moment of fracture...

I walk around the house reciting poetry,
fully dressed against the weather's tantrums...

I wish my fingers
less bony, less glued to piano keys...

During Summer, I leave my fingerprints everywhere,
smudging the horizon on my bedroom window...

I remember something about paper
caressing my cheek; life's formula...

Click
... clack...

Don't expect to open up my chest
with your bare hands, it takes more...

I am just a dot in your universe,
not dead enough to be a star...

Upon crowning my tongue with cayenne-thick lust,
I found myself waning, an organ of rust...