You realize it’s been days
on canned soup, and...

You can't hate your country.
You think you do...

Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

I threw
all my stones...

You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...

Let me tell you
about the struggle...

repeat it
until you believe it...

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

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

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

I'm selfish
when it comes to you...