sorrow is easier than guilt.

I burn the way money burns.

Death's in the good-bye.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.

Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.

My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.