I am staring at an unbalanced tree,
black carvings deface its stability...

You try to justify
another murder...

No one desires to witness these outbursts,
coffee grounds staining palms as love...

God won't leave you
when you fall again...

I thought this time would be permanent,
not just a dying cell, a subtle wind, or cracks in...

You are the grimy pavements of Venice,
a city I would never retreat to if my heart...

Her incandescent hair
- like winter ivy...

I miss you and all the terrors
our friendship demanded of us...

I’ve never written a poem about her,
but I miss her...

Where's the sun?
I thought you promised...

Wrap winter around my lips, let me
hang off your teeth like an unkissed...

The risk of bowing our knees
on the ocean's glaze...