(weheartit.com)Close your eyes. A lover is standing too closeto focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward mewith your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretendingto sleep, while I'm in the other room. Imaginemy legs cr…

throughout our affair of eleven years,disappearing into the pleasure-unto-deathacts I recall now as love and, afterward,orbiting through the long, deep sleepsin which memory, motor of everything,reconstituted itself, I c…

most mornings iam held breathless inthe sun's contempt underwhat would be mybreath whispering "is thereany safe place aroundhere to die?" i haveharvested dreams like somepeople harvest the organsof the dead 10 fingers10 …

these sets of emotions have become stale and threadbare, like thin stripes of white pith peeled away from me. there is nothing else left to expend my energies on. midyears are tripe and a waste of time. deny your self fo…