To Feel Alone Is To Be Alone.

I Thought For A Minute, And Then I Got Heavy, Heavy Boots.

They Learned To Hate Her Unknowability, Her Untouchability, The Collage Of Her.

The Secret Was A Hole In The Middle Of Me That Every Happy Thing Fell Into.

Everything Is The Way It Is Because Everything Was The Way It Was. Sometimes I Feel Ensnared In This, As If No Matter What I Do, What Will Come Has Already Been Fixed.

She Extended A Hand That I Didn't Know How To Take, So I Broke Its Fingers With My Silence.