Up
In the sky...

Born bastard,
Beast of no nation, gender or tribe...

The first day of our week
Is my birthday...

Flies do the fireworks
Aided by my reading lamp...

I think it is silly
When you envy someone...

Boys are simple and short
Girls are complex and long...

A bewitching hunger to write
Takes over me...

God tells me softly
Can you dance for me, son...

Laurence and Mary
Were two lovers...

Amity, it is your faith
That inspires me to write...

At that hour when day is
Bifurcated from night...

I am quarreling
With security...