migration

"Shall we name you the autumn beautyand I'll be the May of in between.We can sit and watch the clock do its slow twirlsomehow I think it senses my blightdays hang obese upon its hands as well.I sewed e..."

"I sit, an amber haired ghost watching a bunch of girls stream outside to smoke. They waste there words between quick puffs filling each other with toxic conversation of clothing and men. I wonder ho..."

"We sit talking. Careful not to poke to far beneath the surface of things. Woven to tightly within this cocoon of complications. I watch you staring. Concerned with the leak in the ceiling. It hovers ..."

"once was a time when you were the young brave warrior begging for my heart. Once was a time when i had slim slinking hips and thought i could see everything that rested between the folds of your pal..."

"Do I fall into your thoughts? Do I come gracefully rolling into your memory when you think of that jar of sorrows locked within your chest Can you speak to me and not remember how your gaze said ever..."

"What is may without its otherside other then a soggy moment wilting without the warm change of time how we use to unfold each other morning september of some autumn long past. Loneliness knows how to..."