sing with me, sweet wind, and put my
worried thoughts to rest...

you were too big for me to warm you,
so you had to let me go...

the cool, abyssal embrace, liquid and always...
trails behind you only an inch away...

it exists outside the bonds that entrap them,
and wanders for a place outside eternity...

the wintry chill of the morning-
it washes over our prone bodies...

i walk alone
in a concrete forest...

the living room is silent
except for cicadas...

distant noise registers as loudly
as my own thoughts- water running...

got a hundred things
to do, but none you want to...

dim room, peeling wall,
only my bed and my thoughts...

tears come out of the lacrimal glands,
from above the upper eyelids...