Causing infliction, and a piece of identification
Tie up your sutures because tomorrow will not be enough
look around, see them, want what they don't,
breathe how they breathe and eat your last meal.

There is a blank canvas above your head and I usually
don't feel this in the back of my throat.
Settle up with your patriarch and stop asking so many questions.
Papers with scriptures get lost in the wind,
kicking out car doors and falling into dusk.

I remember when I was somewhere around sixteen

a man who was significantly older than myself told me he had given up on love.

When I asked him why, he told me it had to do with a road block.

I don't have a garage door or a rifle, I am nothing more than unqualified.

I am a large apartment window with shreds of paper throughout it's panes.

What a silly idea, of course, to fall in love.

The shreds flood downwards and your blood pressure rises.

She always felt one thing and him, the other, and

you work late to fight off your pulse.