Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.

I burn the way money burns.

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

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

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

My mouth blooms like a cut.