Let me tell you,
my depression...
On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...
You are a flower
growing in me...
I will lay you;
a wounded gazelle...
I'm selfish
when it comes to you...
It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...
2:41 a.m., I woke up startled
when a missile plummeted in a backyard...
It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...
From lung to mouth
to the air. I try to write your...
There it is. A glowing dot
in the sky. You could hear it's whistle...
It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...
This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...