You found how to fill like gold to
together the cracks of my broken b
an art form that requires destruct
of the formal self
followed by the acceptance of othe

Him: Why do you always look at me
Me: Why do museums exist?
Him: Preservation.
Me: Preservation of what?
Him: Important things, beautiful

Let me put sound to pain.
The hum of the refrigerator at 3 a
the perfumed air in a fatherless h
And there is a lingering hunger fo
a hunger for a broken morning;

what hurts and what is right?
                  you are here, fu
                  with fireplace a
At night, I try to make my mattre
with your presence by

I’ve seen the beauty  of evasivene
That pure lack of intensified deli
Always leaving our tongues
leading us to something half dark,
half human, with all the push and

Simply stopping will never make yo
You’ll always ask for a moment to
At what point are you going to rea
You aren’t restarting, you are reb
Keep rebuilding.

My legs can become an encyclopedia
The only book available in the gro
Yes, trees make good libraries and
bodies make good playgrounds.
But I cannot swim in that collect