XII. Sonnets for Dancer
I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be…
I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be…
I hold it in: that lingering crawl of it on my tongue, down my esophagus not yet…
Life without finance is like love without life: contrived, expectant, waiting for the die never cast, wings…
Spied me standing here, unaware of those precious neologisms that your baby clutches like you do handrails…
Caught between a stone and a bottle, we all three shattered under the streetlight with a single…
If this is a nightmare, then what rides on its tail mangled between those vessels, traffic stalled,…
Will the world waste away without your new life? Mallory indelibly has made great strides: 14 months, 14…
Caught cold new faces’ grey in dusk, down with the sun until you endured enough: subdurally crushed.
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions…