Used to be Me sheds itself slowly,lost in its leaving, and can’t knowwhere the pieces go,falling from its carcasslike…
Two years ago I was in a car accident that, while minor in many ways, did quite a number on me. I had whiplash, and my…
Love is a languagespoken in whispersIn quiet glancesthere are tiny chancesto be seen, to press your imageon my heart and move it…