XVIII

"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

office assistant

On leafy fiends

while the poetry and prose of other writers blended together into a puree of similar style, your words stuck hooks into my skin, pulling epidermal layers closer to the pages with urgency. you meditation was good--and you would--give me intellectual wood, as only you could. and now I'm thinking how things should

be. understood?

good.

I am Lord Voldemort

Tom Marvolo Riddle

taxi fare

the middle seat was left unoccupied
while we both turned our heads to the side
looking out windows with nervous pride
on a mid-afternoon taxi ride.

you asked "why aren't we close anymore?"
interrogated like a prisoner of war
i muttered answers on which I swore
things would be different heretofore.

X

"Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee."