The squeaky leather whimpers
as she bends over to rub her feet that are numb...

The salty sweat from their brown skin that...
Their calloused hands are now damaged beyond...

As I sip the same cup of coffee I've had since...
I dream of the clouds departing soon...

Strap me down to that gurney and cart me off into...
Open my veins; inject them with lithium, until it...

Inspired by the poem "Repairs" by Andrew...
Tools flood the garage...

We were fearfully and wonderfully made,
built to endure endless onrushing of strife...

I’d give you the world if I could—
freshly plucked from the heavens...

Let’s pretend that we
belong together and the...

We flaunt our sex,
soliciting everyone in sight...

The secrets in our treasure chest
have been exposed...