I place you on my lips
ever so gently...
Disarmed, she sat for some minutes,
thinking about certainties...
I didn't know if I could go through it all at...
The early stanzas bursting with perplexity...
It took me an unhealthy amount of the afternoon
to put my hair into a plait...
I have lost another roof.
As though I'm in the bare world again...
On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...
Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...
Ink bleeds from the corners
of her mouth and dribbles...
You are the wind rolling through my hair.
You are a fresh cup of coffee...
Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...
Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...
Excuse me, please, excuse me miss
I'm here to find myself...