I feel like
locking
myself in my
apartment,
and not coming
out
till the rain
stops.

When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

I born.

I live.

I die.

No one.

Cry.

As we came in
so shall we go out.

crying?

There have been situations
in those vacant columns
where we once stood
for all the good
that did us.

On my tombstone
please chisel
the collected works
line by line
verse by verse
of
William Shakespeare

and
don't worry
I'm in no hurry to take
delivery.