I feel like I was born into this.
I write therefore I am...
Snow is the stack of cards,
maybe aces who are looking...
So much is placed
in the written word...
I once heard that Tokyo, at night, is like a lost...
There are no businessmen to see, to act unbroken...
I still don't know
who you are or if you are...
I swear to tell the truth,
and nothing but the whole truth...
Words can lead a strayer
back home, but they cant...
She flicks a fanned image of Catalan art
under the parasol with a twitching...
Last night our poet chastised me with his...
while the stars passed over my skin in whispers...
I've been studying you,
little girl...
Whenever you nestle up against
your coffee cup and undress me...
Words ate me yesterday.
They licked my muse till...