You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you
It is enough— Enough to be here, Beneath the bulb of a wonton shop.
I know of my feeble frame of its graying at the edges.
migratory animal Are you looking for a home?
"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."
I will not even begin with the skies
When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right
I carry them openly in these calloused hands and hold them out to you could you tell me I'm worthy of love
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
