It is quiet, the night. Thoughts
are falcons, my heart is...

The bruises are
disappearing...

I held my dog to the bed
last night when...

I still want
the truth...

At 2:36 a.m., I try to
to figure out why depression...

You touch my body
the way wind touches trees...

Warning:
A long, personal poem...

The full moon was propelling
light towards the silky sand dunes...

Do you think about it at all?
That we are trapped. There's nothing...

Nobody ever told me
the morning feels better...

Four months in, you lay your
palm on your belly, and feel a tiny...

We, right here, in
the furthest east...