The trees hang silent In the heat . . . . . Undo your heart Tell me your thoughts What you were And what you are . . . . . Like bells no one Has ever rung.
I am in a common despair. So in order for me to have hope, it is crucial to stack fifty pounds of books on the left-hand side of my bed. I cover him tightly with my warmest woolen blankets. This boyfriend is named Shiver. He is best left alone to his thoughts. But one night, I will accidentally roll into him. He’ll fall on me with such grace and with the acceleration of all of history.