Fly from this earth,
that's what she crossed her fingers for...

What will your last smile stir inside
of me? An absence of mind perhaps...

Waiting for you
is praying so hard that...

"Is it possible to fill holes
when you're done being...

I'm doubtful. I don't know what to write. I don't...
[What how when where why...

Allow me to push you forward,
push me back...

North
is where...

There are no trees or leaves
acoustically sounding...

People
like us...

I.
You are an escaped soul...

The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...

Have I fogged up my spectacles too often,
not clearly focusing on what I must do...