i know nothing of home –
it’s true, i wrongly thought of your clavicles...

i ask too much of you –
the body, and the ego are both wounded...

and there you go again –
all-swollen, your face is somber and a...

bird by another name, my heart knew you
by love, at first. the clouds shatter into...

is the silence damning or was it the lack of...
in the garden? it made me think too much of you...

soften your gaze, i beg you; i know why you’re
here with fists still trembling, and your heart...

i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer...

the world before you is one that’s foreign to...
like an ancient civilization you’ve once heard...

how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...

i don’t remember the world before you -
swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow...

a mahogany desk houses the letter you sent
a year ago, sleeping under a blanket of dust...

you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...