This morning, I went to see my sister, Becky. She needed lights. She’d called two weeks before.
“Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: — Do I…
Why do we kisswhen we partembrace then leaveㅤ wantingstill needing
Soft goodbyes tumbled from your mouth,
No Fatigue please | Don’t build another wall | Brick upon mortar upon | Brutal concrete | Just so I can seek | The healer…