I circled love
around and around...
The ghosts of yesterday
continue to roam through...
Watching will get you lost in the never-ending...
Knowing will get you lost in the vast supply of...
There was this guy
He was taking a hike...
To my unborn child,
Firstly...
She scribbles an array of curved lines
uniformly on the paper...
He is running through the house
scratching on the couch...
Tasted velvet passion
upon road mapped lips...
I felt a pinch-
from a rising feather...
When I was ten,
I wrote a poem about Daisies...
It is not the pale moon that brought you here
nor the longing for a sober night. There is...
Ink bleeds from the corners
of her mouth and dribbles...