Yesterday,
a news reporter...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...

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

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

Look, the celsius degrees
are sneering at our thirst...

I want to roll
in mud and smell...

This starts with
the defiant, mysterious enemy...

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

I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

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