There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...

The nights are starting to stretch into early
evenings – where there once was a boundless...

And I draw breath, parting myself down
the seam like a hairline fracture forming...

I, who has nothing,
but the remnants of your...

Around three in the morning
your soul was still fluttering...