Sisal i To weave a sisal basket one’s fingers must be nimble the way they touch necks or turn pages....
small heart, why do you explode against yourself each dewy morning? I yearn to stroke each feather that folds backwards...
After dark it is easier to see Burning Cities with ice Dancing just out of reach. Everyone is an element,...
When my foot falls asleep I recall that  the body won’t evince itself or mist  its limbs with feeling more...