nyc
so many ppl
idk
nyc
so many ppl
idk
the last song I sing her
the lullaby
she taught me
nightmare
unhinged all night
the banging shutter
morning news
the rising shriek
of the kettle
the soft knocking
of my pulse
on his pillow . . .
valentine’s eve
all hallows’ eve
my skeleton awaits
its night out
conversation with my daughter
a ribbon of honey in my tea
rainforest entering me the quiet