find myself buried:
old wounds cover me like sand
and new wounds like stone.

words we say, cannot
flutter away; butterflies
mask the ugly moth

an empty homestead;
well lit or not, it's lonely.
children belong here.

powerful control:
confusing past with present
penetrating fear

abandonment scheme:
invisible attachment
breaking easily

mechanical pencil:
something else is now missing,
add it to the pile

kissing, uncovered,
remembering gentle love,
stirring excitement.