they inform me without fail that desperation...
all...

When a car eventually speeds by on an abandoned...
trembles vehemently and sighs with great fervor...

september hovers over my bloated fingers before
pressing her petite lips on them and leaving...

It is like looking for a stranger in a room full...
I don't know how it looks like, or how it sounds...

The day boykeats on tumblr wrote that his god
rested on his teeth the way light rested in the...

There is something inside my
body that makes my bones...

They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened...

This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...

march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...

last monday I read a story about a girl running...
and all night I worried about you taking off...

(…and now,
there are colours...

Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...