I've inhaled the scent of lilac and turquoise...
and exhaled the joy with the texture of paint...

Anything -
I don't want to feel...

Rest in peace,
your blood on the street...

You pleaded for my vulnerability
to see my pain...

Perhaps someday
we'll remember...

I smell it in your expression,
I taste it in your body language...

Saddened eyes,
cigarette...

Excuse
after lie...

A dull metal blade
in between my chest bones...

You can hum your praises,
cry your sins...

The plague of the USA.
At the Giant Eagle checkout...

How embarrassing.
Look, your most...