A fallen morsel, hastily eaten as snow fell in our city; while these words were playing in my head.
Read MoreOur fate a bramble of prearrangement and luck,
Our roots tangled intrinsically: wishes and want,
Love and hate, fear, and misery.
Read MoreHave you ever removed your heart from pure, driven snow?
Read MoreWarm it with your breath.
Burn it with your eyes.
Settle her.
Read MoreThey are forever outside the gates.
Read MoreIn darkness/Easy as pumpkin pie.
Read MoreThese days are gone . . .The sins of me n. . . A siren do you make
Read MoreThe words are there for all of time. Your time.
Read MoreAnd I am remiss to tell you that pain is distal, and from time to time It must flow through our tears and wiggle into our skin, weighing on our bosom.
Read MoreHow shalt thou live alone today?
Read MoreIf you weren't a poet, this would be the strangest conversation.
Read MoreIt was after all, our muses who caused the bruises. Buttoned us up. Now we wear our pretty scarves.
Read MoreAnd right now, it feels more real to me than do a lot of things. Unless, this too, is a lie.
Read MoreI See you coming, apparell’d and vaded in stars.
Read MoreUntil the whole does come:
Read MoreAnd with these instruments, we are judged.
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