My eyes are of poison ivy,
itching 'til I can no longer see...
Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...
Whenever a heart
bursts asunder...
Take this path unto the sea
Neath bright clouds, chalcedony...
If only you were
a melody...
My retorts are bland,
like white rice...
I felt the need
to dance last night...
--For Nor.
She braids my hair...
You stripped me of my identity,
leaving my heart uprooted...
You spoke of
how the sun would...
Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane...
He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...