Evening; your pure absence cuts through me like a perfect interval, sharp and clear. Outside, a young woman pulls her long coat up against the

I would have loved you after any death. Your face became victim to turbulence, a violence so tangible that everyone wept in their way of

We are insipid lovers Your breaths draw curtains While I trace the linen imprint of your cheek   Dawn blush and shiver Stars hiss and

We still have weekend brunch, which indicates Availability. We’ll secretly Keep tabs which lovers stayed the night. I want You back but nothing in reality

at 8pm my wife takes my son to bed she changes his diapers, puts his pajamas on, then calls out to me “Goodnight, Daddy!” “Here

As I prepare breakfast for the kids I dribble pancake batter onto the griddle to test its heat. When the batter takes the form of

Fractured words split by this icy tongue send chills from my lips to freeze, but you cautiously kindle bitter twigs beneath me, thawing every frozen

i can feel the pattern we have fallen into – the form of it has crystalized around us i catch myself in how i react

Yes, my first clue, I now know, should have been your love of beautiful but dead flowers; the sickening yet sweet smell still lingers though

for Angela   The morning I closed your eyes I sat looking at your high school portrait on the living room bureau until pink and

Celestial realms so blue, like a river trickling, and I want to know where you are. When you see this same sky, do you rush

I leave your lunch plate in the sink, the cap off the toothpaste, the covers tangled on your side of the bed.   You leave

You could not even have seen me then, I stood anonymised within a crowd, but I could watch you there, leaning on the shopfront, fingers

If we lived on the far side of the moon, we would plant magnolia’s in the stony soil, their pink blooms, exploding, iridescent. Even the

Ask my love ask my love to listen / his chest is a patchwork of ocean / I can lie there & thread salt to