10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...

The cutting of metal on skin oughtn't be ugly,
like veins in marble - cold feet on cold floor...

Wet dream slips into his ears -
legs ajar against the mattress...

After seven years, I'm still trying
to catch my dreams with binary...

Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...

Fourth floor; chemistry. I watched
how pigeons tumbled from rooftops...

Forgive my smile, forgive the gift
I sent for Christmas, the mountain...

Everything about you has become a blur,
salt and snow, sheets and winter sky...

1. We had nothing much in common, except our...
2. We only spoke when no one would listen to us...

She can't be fixed, stares at the mirror
with vacant eyes and pills at the bottom...

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

I.
I am wearing headphones without listening to a...