Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...

Some are wilting before
Rising with the blazing...

I love you, possessively.
I love you like a hot meal and a cold beer...

Click clack went the horse down the cragged...
Click clack went the horse, unhinged enslavement...

No, he is not a prince in full regalia,
riches falling at his boots...

Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...

Father,
Time's unraveled in a tangle of what's left...

The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...

They say healing is in the forgetting, so I tear...
It doesn’t take much...

Is it love or lack thereof that stays his prying...
Were he to look, it would take not long...

The exasperated sigh of a father is not like other...
His disappointment hits me like a jo...

I told them if I lose him too, I will die
Because these are the threads that bind me whole...