You used to cause permanent
destruction whenever our paths met...

How is it possible that I feel I've lost...
breaths of freedom, planets I could have...

She said she wants to get away.
I didn't ask "where...

It's quiet here with you
when the world outside, and in my mind...

I've grown weary
writing of you...

I fall asleep next to you,
a shadow from another...

You first came across her
at the Amtrak station in Waterloo...

You knew me as a blithe
bird...

This will be rough, as I've had far
too many shots of vodka, yet...

and i'm sitting in the kitchen
again, tracing tiles that need...

and i'm leaning against
a rusted Chevy truck...

Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...