One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the...
Fleeing from herself,
the teeny timepiece kitty...
a subject of possibilities
subjected to lost identities...
I don't hear
I don't speak...
When you walk at night,
Right by the street light...
O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...
In lost island,
water and boat, I...
Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...
The fear right
below your skin, festers...
Bleeding sonnets written in
Latin, a narwhal breaking...
Charging at the
huddled moon, palm...
After you gave me a
split rupture...