Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath..

You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness..

If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone t….

Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself..

There’s plenty that poetry cannot do. But the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do..

I do not believe in the beauty of falling..