It is the guilt
That creeps around...

She had thunderstorm eyes
and an hourglass smile...

Thinking for too long and too deeply
and it leads to my surrender...

When she stares at me
I become transparent...

I do not feel the winter,
For I cannot feel the cold...

I can make
the rains come...

Summer mornings
we wake under separate ceilings...

The short
sharp...

My Bone Wife is an artifact
That no men keep as wives...

Jagged red leaves
crawl like dead hands...

The glass smashes
against the dark...

Ashleigh’s little brother
Knows a man who lives alone...