I picked up the letter on
the dresser, leaving behind...
I see the universe in the iris of your eyes
But the Big Dipper threatens to tip over...
I am perpetually waking up
from the impact of you...
I feel it in my bones
as life trickles like...
On that October eve,
I was like a gazelle...
I tried to picture the scene
before the chaos, before the badges...
When it’s quiet and
your senses awake...
I convince myself that I must keep writing,
if only to document the thorns I've pulled out...
It took many years
to efface the surface...
I'm glad I wrote to you,
even if you never ended up...
Green makes
the world...
I am
as old as...