The cruelest is yet to come—you’re incapable...
is that too bold of me to claim...

The pain is adjacent to love—it’s why it hurts...
Some odd years ago, I plucked courage like wild...

saccharine verses coats my palate;
a waxy mouthfeel that one grows...

I want to share the sunset with you, I don’t...
reduced to slivers of photographs and pixels...

The body is a river of grief, and at its mouth—a...
you learn quickly that speaking about the wounds...

Please don’t gaze upon me with pitiful eyes,
loneliness is parallel to love—there are no...

SCENE ONE:
You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by...

To love you—is to resign to a fate of...
you macerate all things in life to the point of it...

After being tended to by parents, who had more...
than love—who called out for a more benevolent...

evenings blur to nights; radio’s on,
coffee-cups tucked snugly in the...

I cram bits of the loneliness in letters—I...
stamp them, get dressed in a nice outfit, and make...

The days are warmer now—you spill everywhere,
even the shadow is formed in your shape...