Her eyes never lost their sufferingHer mind never stopped its rattling.
It was that, the dam had brokenI heaved and heavedPoured my anguishOut through my…
Eyes swallow what they can before distortion kicks in, muddies up the waters —…
Put up between hills, an absent virtue, patience just screaming at itself, the eyes try to grip…
Like glass pushed through a cheese graterfingernail remnants of the cupbecoming a forensic scene…
I wasn’t any good at avoiding obstacles: foot paths, curbs, ladders. Walked into them all…