You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...
She chose
her weather...
I don't know how many shots of vodka
I've had, definitely more than two, clear liquid...
You taught me about music
and how we can hear it anywhere...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Trauma lives in this body;
it builds a nest with handcrafted...
I wake up past noon,
limbs anchored to...
she sat in darkness,
her face glowing from...
Breath-taking audio books give me the
Opportunity to postpone my...
This is not a dystopia
or some cataclysmic dream...
I play "Gymnopédie No. 1" to a home
busy with ghosts and painted apathy...
I tried all the sweetest things,
gardenias bloomed from...