Suicide is a mind stripping petals off flowers
"Eating is an act of optimism"
She said : It's not that things bring us to tears, but rather, there are tears in things
Memory is a kind of broken promise
I have drinks with my dead friend's ex-boyfriend
After twelve months, someone tells me it's time to join the living.
Wolves in shells. Into the salvage yard
Home is a four-letter word
Mausoleum of the unfixable
My friend asks what I've been doing lately, and by this she means men
Poem ending with six words from a women's room stall
The heart has the capacity to break and reset a million times.
Passenger. Elegy, two years later
Love as the circle-to-land approach
