I attempt many lives at once.
The river rocks darken from the sweat of my palms.
Crocuses again. The eggshell feathering still
holding in his old bedroom & his dress shirt swaying on the hanger.
Going to bed w/o dinner. excruciating, familiar. how many times
are you divided? Looking in photographs for the cipher. I circle the backyard in the afternoon.
Trample the parsley. He calls to me from the kitchen.
No dinner for you? My scallop collar gets wet when I cry.
I must return this shirt. Two hours on the beltway.
This kills me he says when his mother makes him laugh.
This kills me he says when his mother makes him laugh.
I must return this shirt. Two hours on the beltway.
No dinner for you? My scallop collar gets wet when I cry.
Trample the parsley. He calls to me from the kitchen.
are you divided? Looking in photographs for the cipher. I circle the backyard in the afternoon.
Going to bed w/o dinner. excruciating, familiar. how many times
holding in his old bedroom & his dress shirt swaying on the hanger.
Crocuses again. The eggshell feathering still
The river rocks darken from the sweat of my palms.
I attempt many lives at once.