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...

You parted the sea—your collarbones have become...
and the smile on your lips radiates a warmth...

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

As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe...
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There...

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

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

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

you’re welcome to the feast, pardon the manners...
hunger does strange things, have your pick of any...

I, too, tire of the yearning, blue-violet flames...
beneath the skin, waiting for either your kerosene...

Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...

I bear the brunt of that dream again;
two meters apart, but you’re still quaintly a...