If life meant something else
I would cradle now...

Heartbreak makes the greatest art.
But I am not painting with tears...

In the middle of the day
I lie on my bed, trying to die...

You wore a jade dragon,
A man of spirituality, beliefs...

The line of a leg parallels shoulder blades:
I cradle him within the shell of myself...

Who is the enemy?
Women, who is the enemy...

Glassy-eyed high ballers
Gaping grinning broad shoulders...

If your life were a book
Every mark on the page...

I hired a cellist, for you.
Spent hours reading and...

My mother must wear the deaths of her children
Like cold hard stones around her neck...

Days kept account of by the tiny figures on pill...
And you've got to wonder: what am I doing with my...

The day I found out my lover had raped someone
I skipped dinner to hold his hand...