People tell you it will be alright,that you will recover in time,but they don’t know…
I feel so brittleas if you couldblow me awaywith one smallbreath
Jump into the lungs of JanuaryWith your straightjacket on
I tried jujitsu onceand suave maneuvers of martial arts to squash the sadness piling up in the…
This is an extension of the one-line poem — ‘Reflection’
in thatbenighted timebetween wakingand sleeping,we are wokenby the wind whisperingbetween…