"We are lying awake in bed, our bones too heavy to move, the dream of the paper mother twisting this way and that to escape, stretching its arms outward like a baby."
"A young man squishing his big red
greasy face up against
the pleasant pretty face of a young woman
trying to kiss her, I suppose."
"Her release is the sudden flight of a nation of birds,
Shocked into the knowledge that they are alive."
"both of us crying laughter
as the sun dropped away
as the stars came"
"That's just relative, I suppose. Either way I end
Up here in the frozen parking lot, wind battered."
"Having misplaced Arcturus,
all I may remember is it
was rubescent and seemed nearby."
"Docked; but still the cargo hole brims with catch..."
"The curtain maker, one who has yet to tread soil as
pure as that which buries you..."