Each shallow breath that
sneaks past my lips...

Your breath is an itch on a missing limb that
I sleep next to every night...

There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...

Nights are no longer
synonymous with...

This rain falls on more than just my head. It
creeps and trickles...

As the stars unpacked
themselves across the sky...

The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...

When I was blind
I thought she was a map...

The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...

Expectation is a starved wolf
wandering a desolate...

There's a fire of ambivalence
that smolders just...

I will erect statues;
in every park...