relationship
not every necklace is going to make it home
i'm so sweet when I'm alone
an animal,
my anniversary is february nineteenth




shooting
there is no motive,
no sudden single gem
just humiliating heartbreaks
an arsenal, a constant edge




as if in dreams I go on reading
my fingers when I hug you need to be squeezed into spears
so I can get in or I'm going to scream
Don't tell my body it can die!
a little crumb in the sun
an adamant dancer