When you realize
all love is
is a shelter
from a storm,
you will understand
why I like the rain
so much.

She's spilling
forbidden wine
on pieces of gauze
taped to a thigh.
Butcher herself,
like meat on a platter
for bite sized brains
to digest.

She is stainless steel teeth,
she is a strained voice,
she is a fighter,
tired,
but resilient
and giving it
her
all.

As you age
you will begin to realize that justice is not possible,
but actions towards it are.
The very nature and presence of our humanity demand it.

I hope to be
one of those people
who never lets you forget:
you are loved.

She is soil,
earth and pure.
I run her through my hands
and she falls
through my fingers.

I will plug
my tear ducts
with wine corks.

I will drown
in streams of
salt,
running along a glass rim.