My dreams are irrational
beyond the ability to rationalize...

I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...

My hands are two tiny ants
crawling over meadows...

There are many layers
to the human soul...

So just hate me
for my slobbery tongue...

I love you like a star, dear
with auspicious eyes and falling lines...

Like all the men
I've ever adored...

The further I run,
the deeper I'm in...

I can tell by the slump of my words
that they're tired of standing in this imagery...

I told him, dreaming is good
it spits stardust on our despondency...

I must've been half drunk
on honeysuckles...

Sometimes I feel I might choke on love,
it can seem so heartless and cold...