an endless cycle of
green and yellow and brown...

I careen across
the pavement...

I breathe you in -
electrifying...

hum
with pain...

The sky is caught
behind the clouds...

I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...

When I am alone
it swirls inside of me...

I saw her across a
field of sun...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

I wish I could
find the crack...

I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...