Beyond the long days and the heat of crowds
The loud vulgarities and grating screech
Of dead weight sulking on the laden…

I dream of you. You come in
and out of the room, as you do
my life, laughing, hoops
of light around your wrists, waist, hips.
No one can pull my…

My words aren’t nearly good enough
for what I have to say—
I’ll write them yet another time
then throw them all away.

I changed my name so that it would taste upon your tongue like the freshness of water upon the feet after a long day of…

I’m mesmerized by our dirty lies
and the way we let us go
and the way we hate, and spit at Fate
and stop the river’s flow.