As the tongue trips, consonants drip,
defaming dubious dissertations...

I knew that I would fall in love with you.
That I would spend hours listening to you...

Like the broken skin of a pimple, left to bleed,
then scab; The scarring reminder of the...

At seven, I was the girl in tattered sneakers
and worn-out jeans listening to records and...

I found a spot on your chest where my head fit...
I laid there listening to your beating heart...

A dirty pile in the corner-
Socks worn twice, haphazard...

Crush me in the box of reality,
smash my innards to a paste...

A long line lengthens, as far as the eye can see;
There are faces of every countenance...

Rays of golden light refracting and
bending; radiating brightly...

Black sunrise over
the foggy dawn...

So much hangs on the truth
Like the noose...

Domestic, tin foil teeth shred
subordinate layers of...