The air is warm - a lover's sigh -
the earth submits to regal sky...

To begin,
we slip off our rings...

Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...

When I die
I want my body burned...

You, poet,
with your toes clenched in river mud...

The wave approaches,
silently...

I don't need your hands
the way that, soft as ashes...

Today, I went out.
I took a bath, with lavender and oils, I...

A ghost is not a person,
but a space...

She skips around light posts,
clutching at her rebellious skirt and...

Lighthanded,
she whisks a spoon around the kettle...

Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...