I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees...
If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...
Your body is frail and sketched with wrinkles,
and you are suffocatingly...
We broke each other, glass fracturing
until our ankles were bleeding from the...
I want to write more poetry,
more of you, of words that ryhme...
That day,
he left my thoughts...
I'm okay.
It's just that...
Gift: An Edgar Allan Poe Doll
My mean sister has a doll collection...
You and I will deny the smoke, dust, rotting
carcases that hiss underneath our boots. Storm...
Behind these marbled
composition doors, there's...
Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets...
Hello Mom P-
It's been a year and ten months...