“She dies trapped, duties to plant and progeny fulfilled.”

“We wait for manifestation, the mythic memory / Of their appearance yielding a fervent hope.”

“At the precipice of the treeline, you are finally relieved, / Standing solitary, competition and complication stripped away.”

"While he regaled me with stories I’d soon forget,

Half slurred and half drenched by the stench

Of the many liquors there mixed on his tongue,

Only the word YOUTH slipping in from between."

I can never tell the difference.

God or Girl,

all I am is alien and all you are is beautiful.

There are no waves at this time of day; there is only him.

The sun shines on Diderot’s ruin, but it is not enough to warm

the air.

I can still recall the taste of all

those defeats, as bitter as unripe plums.

“no season is perennial”

“if we were to sleep in Liberty again

I will offer you an unripe plum from our decomposing tree of childhood...”

“bad argument?”

“no, the only dream I’ve ever remembered”

watch us grow a little harder. ache a little longer. in defiance.

“your lungs fighting to get air

but this peace makes air seem insignificant”

“let them, just once, bite the hand that fed them”

“you asked for it, didn’t you? and now you’ve run out of time”

“I remember bumping into you everywhere”