MoMA i cannot give my children
    away ||| the walls are lonely

crucifixes -- flatSURFACES making
tears  |/and\| resurgence of
ways i have died. ' Simply ' is
no word that exists in this

universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;
  ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED

life of souls my dear.  We only
have each other and my heart
aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:

             *

i love you, too.

:: 07-01-2018 ::