Le Sac
I want to be devoured by a purple flower, the kind that looks like a tulip with frilly edges and a bright yellow center. I want the petals to open and swallow me. I want to feel the comfort of being inside this flower.
Distance from Self and camera
Between big loves is a lull
A con cave
Like when oceans retract
Wife belonging any longer
She is: Slippery
Contradictions of emotions
Dry and lush desert
Coffee in the morning
The tart bitterness
on her tongue
The sweetness peppered on their drop-off mornings
Mourning emotional sadism
Cloying
Mourning
Haunting
breaks heart
Cappuccini in frosty Zurich
“We each had two,” she shivers.
“I like to eat ice cream
when it snows”
