sometimes, i liken you to a songbird
carrying with them – the sweetest song...

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

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

as much wind you can gather in your lungs,
i want you to scream my name one last time...

a plucked tongue, uprooted and transplanted in
foreign lands before the seed was sown...

There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...

thoughts crowd at the helm of y/our forehead -
we’re accustomed to this though, at this point...

I, who has nothing,
but the remnants of your...

yesterday, you remembered nothing but
craved peaches and cream – it’s was your...

Her hand atop yours, and on the inside, you are...
at daybreak no less, you could not part. You did...

as your voice spills into the room,
waking the silence from its gentle...

you’ve missed the tender years –
i needed you most then. i daydream all the...