So fragile,

I like chocolate

Walk with me through snowy woods On frost-cloaked mornings Ice crunching, shattering underfoot Crystals riding streams of breath Like...

You didn't hold me to your breast

The shining stars in a young child's eye

Yesterday in a dusty irrigation ditch

I've bathed him now.

Good. Will. Will. Good.

When Mom told me not to stick the knife in the outlet, I did it anyway and now my hand is burnt. When Dad said don’t climb on the...

It shadows me;

I am, nearly

The flesh of ancient dinosaurs,

They gave my Chihuahua away, and

When I’m in bed

The slow river finds itself, at its end,

From my window in the sky