cold reputation. ode to the wingless, soluble sagittal crest ( Read more... )

there is a void in me that matches
yours exactly like 
hole punched papers
like elizabethan collar on the wall 
i lick at it
mouth on mouth every where i go
the sun goes down like the moon
matches you
you said to me that every part of your life comes from her, well mine from you, me too

i am the kitchenette building:
i am getting darker each minute, fast
so ( Read more... )

i savor this divine key ( Read more... )

soon i will look into you and see only sunlight on the water. you don't have to be in love to feel like this, but i am in love and so let my body rot under this trick, let me impel over these waves as a reflection of that star, of that sky, of this settling, rising chest ( Read more... )

on her deathbed, my grandmother recognizes one face: in a picture ( Read more... )

flooded, flowered ( Read more... )