Things are more beautiful from far away. Maybe this is my current interest in the space and stars - they don't promise more than they've got. They don't ask for it, either. I'm lonely but I'd like to be left alone. Evens out the hurt inside / out.
Poem #30/30: "Done"
Heart / settle down / stop beating
Don't launch yourself after ghosts
Stop naming flowers. There is nothing
left to wonder in the stars. They're already
gone. And the flowers, liars -
almost dead but still smiling.