It Was Only Natural To Want To

What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty Seven Names For Tears?

She’s Never Where She Is,' I Said. 'she’s Only Inside Her Head.

Dawn Tinted The Darkness Like Water Ink.

I Felt Like An Undeveloped Photograph That He Was Printing, My Image Rising To The Surface Under His Gaze.

Beauty Was Empty As A Gourd, Vain As A Parakeet. But It Had Power. It Smelled Of Musk And Oranges And Made You Close Your Eyes In A Prayer.