Le Sac I want to be devoured by a purple flower the kind that looks like a tulip with frilly edges and has 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 bitternesson her tongueThe sweetness peppered on their drop-off mornings Mourning emotional sadismCloyingMourningHaunting breaks heart Cappuccini in frosty Zurich “We each had two,” she shivers. “I like to eat ice creamwhen it snows”
