I would like some milk
From the Milkman's wife's tit...

I'm in a torn place
The ragged edge of a ripped paper...

A verbal shove.
Testing the limits so sternly set...

Too close (physically) for words to come between
You and I alone...

Empty evening sunlight filters through slanted...
Conflicting with the sad flickering light of the...

Today I put an old piece of my childhood on a high...
A box whose contents have been the features of so...

Empty phone calls.
[confusion...