Unpremeditated, just a reflexive blink,
Was not as startled as the glitter of grime
Against the sun-streaked light.
...
Antoine's torment
is shared
remembering murder
silent without a grave
...
let me shed the hate
that ill applies to anger although consummate
unluckily discerned by trinity and bred
by esoteric tragedies and irregular neglect
...
There is a place
for a candle
for my mother's friends.
...
Our meeting was a secret
At the same time never met
You heard me sing
I heard you talk
...
While they sleep the unmolested
Before the nth dilapidated
Token, bidden, chosen, broken hymen, stalking semen
Men for women
...
He subdues the restless
Urge to worry
And dresses
Up Instead.
...
They used to attack
at dawn
when the dirt of light
is still dark
...
Not quite disembarked
from the FX cab, the woman cried.
A short, shrill, sudden scream.
Her purse was snatched.
...