You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the...

Less likely to be a truth,
let's celebrate the healing touch...

The snow:
Pounding the earth, trees...

Your thin white skin spreads
on the front. The blue...

It was a basic instinct.
You wanted to become something...

In a pair, they were flying:
two monarch butterflies...

After the sunset,
the moon comes out whitewashed...

No final goodbye. No poetic
apology. No introduction...

Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem...

You will find one day,
water footprints, when...

Sexist barbs against
wooden breasts, street-smart...

Becoming gold diggers,
the myths, without...