You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...

They're not the beautiful voices of mythology
who trap sailors with sweet cadences, no...

I feel different, in that everything I do is the...
though the world constantly shifts, tilts, and...

Lick cinnamon and sugar off fingertips,
finish off the weak pot of coffee...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...

I tried, tried to shelter the silence,
but these voices feel they need to...

There lives the memory of a boy
who abided ouside my window...

You captured the grace of stars,
storing their luminescence in the basement...

While I was gone, you wrote a letter titled...
I was not aware that on the edge of tomorrow...

Change- in combat with morals,
not always designed to win...

I want to be
not just warmed by the sun...

I never meant to walk these streets a liar,
pluck untruths from worn cotton...