my lungs have grown poisonous since
the night you left and they ask me about you...

it is raining, I think.
I hear muffled sounds on my rooftop...

the roof is leaking.
raindrops fall on the table...

the sky is a mulberry pink
with tiny specks of the winter moon...

my body is falling apart
I try to pick up the pieces...

we are sitting in the verandah, talking,
and I hear everything but your words...

septemper held the corner of my cotton dress and
whispered to me that she had prepared my...

but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...

Evenings like these leave me cold.
The smell of burnt wood and almost summer sits on...

(it is 2 am.
who is in your thoughts...

It was an October evening when
the muddy waters of our pond dried up...

12/04/2017
Friday night...