as if toys are born after nine months of hope

Stay for lunch.

the colours have started humming

I'm here for your sake.

I was also a giant purple squirrel.

and where else to go / but deeper?

And struggle she did.

My pen's ink wanders and doodles

I remember saying these things 

Hi. My name is…

I’m told my brain was in flames

His Technicolor pictures hang on my bedroom wall.

I’ve been running all my life

"Yes. I have two kids. A boy and a girl." 

Said they were going to do it right this time, get their acts together.

The neighborhood waxwings are drunk on fermented berries.

The single-room theater was illuminated with / murmurs and movement

This is not loss.

as these beats are wild

Tiger Mum is at yoga with Buffalo Mum.