You keep the cape.
I prefer our talks to the sounds of television
on days this shademy heart is a palimpsestnames erased incompletelytraces of unfinished plot
take me hometo a paradisein the past
after faithis a fading sketch
roller coaster heartyou and Ia clumsy “we”
I weigh my words
the weather of a moving dream less picturesque
do not rummage throughmy heart