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

There, death.
We give up. You win...

You prowled for fragile
creatures, slithering through the...

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

Go on.
Speak of foreign lands...

Pineapples, pumpkin pie and primroses
underwear, unicorns and umbrellas...

Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...

This isn't
a poem about you...

Women like you
are lonely...

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