Isn't There A Curious Elegance In How

Exaggerated Sunsets / Splashed With Rain, Odd Collisions / Of Roots, Animals, Seeds. / I Didn't Like A Thing I Saw, / So Much Effort To Be Strange.

I’ll Always Deny That I Kissed Her. I Was Just Whispering Into Her Mouth.

I’ve Had It With All Stingy-hearted Sons Of Bitches. A Heart Is To Be Spent.

Now And Again I Feel The Astonishment Of Being Alive Like This, In This Body.

Isn't There A Curious Elegance In How One Moment Passes Into Another?