The bells below echo
and I discard their warning...
i
see it...
-
my qualms...
You say I'll get over it.
That everyone has to experience it somehow...
The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...
You'll do anything to be satisfied,
even if that means dressing me up as if...
I was not kicked out, flipped off, forced to shout
because of another lover...
May I fall into you?
Tumble past greetings...
-
I will study your features...
*
How can I hold wintertime as you...
All the beautiful people
glisten...
How does one explain....imagine
the ability to let your heart loose...