I close my mind to
the memory, but it...

My faith in humanity
wanes more and more each day...

You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...

You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...

I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...

She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...

i breathe her in,
sage, wildfire & smoke...

I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...

This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...

I'm sorry,
I couldn't keep...

I want to tell her about you,
how you're not the kind of loneliness...

I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...