A jumble of letters spilled on a p
Is that not what poetry is?
A jumble of words trapped in a boo
Is that not what a story is?
A jumble of feelings irreparably t

Picking a Periwinkle after a Rose
Deceptive,
For a time.
Blooming in winter:
Beautiful–

When you drop a china cup it
Smashes.
It smashes,
And it smashes into many pieces.
You can use glue or super glue or

There is something so serene
In the loneliness of silence.
Total silence; the kind of silence
One can only experience when compl
Alone.

We had a first, nervous encounter
Shared nervous laughter,
Were nervous wishing each other go
Our second encounter was late that
It was freezing,

You drank;
You changed.
We fought;
I cried.
It was the next day;