The primal urge to undo-
your hair. I am going...

I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears...

For a moonshine,
there was no moon...

Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile...

Strange. You want to protect
the house after the attack...

Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...

A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it...

You were at it again.
Ignoring the truth...

After the spooky night
there was the...

Infidelity knows
how to make fire. Shared...

You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors...

Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters...