March 5, 2018
But before I could be compelled to listen to the
echoes calling me furth...
Whenever I am alone,
Be it in the morning,
Just when the top of the gol...
On this page I’ve placed words.
Your first impulse is to fall in lo...
She feels sick.
Kneeling before the porcelain throne,
She widens the spa...
How would I like to sail across the ocean blue,
one last time before my...
I saw strange things through my journey to get here.
I went through myst...
The boy in Venezuela, wiser than his years, learning
to draw from the t...
I want to write ‘this is mine’ in your skin.
Stain it purple and red so...
You’re like the creeping frost that outlines my windows;
The bright blue paint was the first thing that greeted me when I wal...
I went to bed muttering something
about God, or not a God, or a woman
an uncertain self-separation,
a soul in the arms of a sea — soul —
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