You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...

It took me an unhealthy amount of the afternoon
to put my hair into a plait...

I know you buried me long ago
but...

This is my heart disguised as a poem.
Read it with your mouth pursed...

The pieces of the puzzle fit
but the picture tells a different story...

If I were you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself.
I wouldn't have the patience to wait and see what...

If you are given a chance to be your own god...
Like, you could create yourself not out of dust...

I lied in bed all morning,
thinking about all the things...

There are people you have yet to meet
who would feel threatened by your silence...

People have a tendency to prefer things that which...
How many blue moons has it been since we last...

This is what I remember.
My phone lights up...

We're watching the world
wake from hibernation...