I do not feel the winter,
For I cannot feel the cold...

She stripped herself bare,
stripped herself clear to me...

The glass smashes
against the dark...

The pale silken ribbon of her body
Is draped carelessly in slumber...

Disconnection.
losing self in a blurring of operations...

My scars are lonely,
fading in the flat terrain of no man’s...

I can make
the rains come...

Jagged red leaves
crawl like dead hands...

She had thunderstorm eyes
and an hourglass smile...

My Bone Wife is an artifact
That no men keep as wives...

It begins as a trickle
a timid irregular leak dripping softly...

Summer mornings
we wake under separate ceilings...