When you release the
words, your curled fingers...

It is the truth which
never was. After many...

Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you...

The one happening;
which never happned...

You did not want to play-
into the strength...

What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when...

Ready to pounce on
a scarecrow...

It was the presence.
Somewhere magnolias...

A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it...

With tall questions I am
alone, waiting for the...

Sexism was chasing a
gibbous moon whole night...

When hunger becomes
a little god. You start waiting...