“Those lost lines throb electric with recognitions—”

“I massage my face every day and night to preserve a presentation”

“…I try to fit inside the secret of my own / smallness—"

“Strange that the absence or presence / of color isn’t black or white, but words.”

“I cried a lot. / I delight it against / a blanket and the brightest”

“…and we speak and we’re quiet / and we understand that we are all trapped…”

“your hands being warmed above a burning cop car…”

“I entertain a gentleman /
at the bar with a factoid”

“It’s bloody cold in this monastery.”