I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...

It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...

Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...

Yesterday,
a news reporter...

all eyes were on
that sorceress wearing...

You hug your children,
wishing you didn't have to...

He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...

I threw
all my stones...

repeat it
until you believe it...

On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...