Why bother speaking
when you question all I've said...

She's still in a dream-like trance,
after all these years. Trauma is a...

With each movement forward,
a firmer footstep follows...

Who cares if I sneak
too many glances...

we lived for ourselves not false gods
butterscotch throats and blackberry knees...

I never knew why I was here,
in this dimension...

you buried me in
bitter orange and oak...

I'm glad I wrote to you,
even if you never ended up...

I wish I had more answers,
but first, I would need the...

The bed -
it beckons me...

I am on the precipice
of reeling in this emotion...

Poetry follows me in sleep,
trailing down snowy banks...