You stare at the laundry,
touch the walls...
the worst part is the after hours, when floating
memories blur into one another kaleidoscopically...
i wonder what it is about april specifically
that had it stamped the transitionary month...
This world will not end with
a Big Bang. There...
This is my first attempt at writing Deutsch...
There it is...
i know you know how it feels to stir in the...
i used to pen you poems, a bakers dozen or so a...
and the years come cascading down;
i’ll be the first to admit that i dream way too...
I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...
absence is the gentle undressing of self; what...
the ocean churns itself in playful delight...
Stay still.
Choose a steady wall, a corner...
I've grown weary
writing of you...
Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling...