As she wedged herself in an oblong position,
barely able to squeeze into the crack of a...

She
whispers...

Between fields of
corn husks and...

You spoke of changes
as we poured salt on...

Poetry peeks through
the keyhole of a...

I tried to shove the open truth
between every layer of the wound...

Woe trickles down the nape
of my neck and into sleeves...

You sauteed raspberry-pomegranate sorbet
'tween honeymoon jargon and...

Poetry haunts her -
her veins are channels...

Chicago streets litter themselves
with sequins and vintage gin...