I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...

For two years I thought I could live
on subtle recognitions...

There were never any deaths on those
cold-hearted tiles, but there was a prominent...

When first faced with my own mortality,
I had little fear...

Emotions are not exclusive from
violent bursts of negative energy...

Everything settles before me -
my breath...

These tiny cookies are the art from which
I taste another side of you, never crossed...

These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...

I want to be found
in you...

The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...

Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...

You know
I'll have to make the best of this...