If you breathe beneath my roots
I may lose a fruit off my branches...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...
Unicorn's graciously run
Across a field of wild dandelions...
I watched you -
a heart of bereft love...
Bubble Bath
drunken goblins bathe...
Winifred Montague
what a delicious darling she is...
This word reminds me of an elementary school...
All my words need to be heard...
You made me see the beauty
of the sky, that muffles us...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
The sweet stickiness of strawberry jam
was the air of the airport, and on...
--For Nor.
She braids my hair...