We Have No Home, She Told Me.

She Was A Beautiful Woman Dragging A Crippled Foot And I Was That Foot. I Was Bricks Sewn Into The Hem Of Her Clothes, I Was A Steel Dress

Dawn Tinted The Darkness Like Water Ink.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

A Womans Mistakes Are Different From A Girls

The Nearest I'd Come To Feeling Anything Like God Was The Plan Blue Cloudless Sky And A Certain Silence, But How Do You Pray To That?