Right now I should go,
but I don't move, so what does...

Sometimes the ravenous sky
licks my heart...

Bees busy themselves
with menial chores freely...

I am an impasse
of blank stares...

Well, I'm thirty years of age
still trying to figure out...

You said, "you break my heart when you write...
Mine cracked a little, mutating from its matter of...

At times your love...
with its promises of rays...

There's a calm compatibility
between your truth...

Before you let me down
again...

I'm wilting,
and I shouldn't expect you to care for my garden...

I'd like to be your daffodil
and kiss you with my petals...

I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...