i started a fire
at a nearby pavilion...

Promising sunlight streams joyfully in
bathing my skin in rich compassion...

I engrave
who I wish...

You wear color like it is your new identity,
beckoning spring to sing when you rush out...

Standing atop earth
-though rain crashes down...

My dried eyes wake to pronounced silence
permeating the atmosphere with a dead song...

A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes...

His name is J and I don't know him well.
His existence in my dream may be a...

Love is a time machine
that entangles around your mind...

I want to poetize the grim faces
I've been pressed upon...

It snowed tonight, and though
we had plenty of warning...

Steer clear of logic,
For there are forces present...