I've been told to change myself To adapt To grow legs for a man I met at the sea To eat the apple cuz I was hungry To sit in a tower and...

I lose you just a little, bit by bit each day. I weep for each part as all memories fray. Your voice becomes distant, your touch leaving...

The fact that your predetermined crow’s feet Tickle your temples. That your cracked leather seats Hold the smell of dryer sheets and my...

Blazing heat broken by soft shade. Plaid fabric beneath, The smell of the port, Of gasoline Of ocean mist, Sweet shattered trees. Your...