I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

Agony is a doll across the room.
She rests in a bed of pain...

Oh lord, I confess. Oh lord, I confess.
That it's been more than three days...

I
Retrieve the metal...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...

Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...

I saw the crescent moon
like an orphan child in winter...

Oceans - with its waves, shook our legs.
I fell for you and on you...

The yard was green with grass and weeds, admixed.
I walked with heels and soon I sank in dirt...

Ashes in my eyes,
a burnt world that sleeps tight...

For a child, love was a park,
an amusement center...

A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...