Do I want you Only when you say you want to...
Catastrophe made her hungry Until she ate herself sick And drank...
Before my bed was made We could study case histories Of...
As if I were a gentle lady Captured by pirates of...
Known are we Into such precarious pretense You, quivering a foretaste...
And into the night Have you sensed my presence In uprooted...
He comes And goes He rarely throws Me only bits Of...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
He left me Twelve red roses I’m pretending it was you....
Easy on the ice, she said I am in love with...