Occasionally,
I take a different route...
We were legends then...
Painting worlds with our tongues...
She tried to fall asleep
with a smile that belonged to someone else...
I love you like a star, dear
with auspicious eyes and falling lines...
It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...
Tonight,
I slumped 'gainst...
I enclose no desire to write about the
country resting in South Asia...
--For Nor.
She braids my hair...
Lighthanded,
she whisks a spoon around the kettle...
I used to
believe in illusion...
She says she's going to be a tree
with birds...
She reminds me of Autumn.
Leaves flushed in the...