There are no fish here ( Read more... )

A split in the skin is a language too direct ( Read more... )

When I was younger, the sleeves would be purposefully arranged ( Read more... )

In my own private theater of emotion ( Read more... )

Walking the perimeter of the city ( Read more... )

All day the pieces of our conversation have floated down like ashes ( Read more... )

she says i am ( Read more... )

You are:

A black thread trailing over red paper
The silt of pearls between my teeth
The cusp of pink in white on each finger

The guest of my great O
Co-author to an abraded love
Tuned to anthropomorphic frequencies
A melody composed in sleep

And Madness dances all around you.

I have a lot of words in me today ( Read more... )

i sit on your bed ( Read more... )