Axiom: you are a sea.
Your eye-
lids curve over chaos

My hands
where they touch you, create
small inhabited islands

soon you will be
all earth: a known
land, a country.

“Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself t…”

“It's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in…”

“There's time to spare. This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for - the am…”

“How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your …”