The Work of Artists and Brides. The day the bride left for Germany the father locked himself in his study. His wife knocked softly on the door. She heard from inside the violence of an ink pen, then tearing. Each heart knows its own sadness. What with the ocean and the years between us we will surely drift apart. The bride pulls her sister in. But you are my sister. When reading the work of artists, seek desperation. And they talk into one of the .

The airplane seat at best. Feels like a dentists chair. Have you put on your blue shoes today. Are they as sorry as your hands. Can you hear me praying to god. After i finish this 2010 olympics coke. I wish i could see the apartment building from here. Your shoes sitting in a tile square. Welcoming me away with a turned up nose. And a hand that held a plate.

Restraint is not a romantic word to me. did you know that the alphabet. Is just letters forming fragments that are never as accurate as our. They attempt to twist themselves into entire words. While sitting on pages like young children sitting on their hands. Trying not to grasp at all the things they cannot touch. i do not sit on my hands much anymore when people are. i slap the metaphorical stove, get burned, do not learn.

The sun was feeling more ok with the moon lately. But now the humans were a little smarter and they knew the sun was way, way better than the moon. Her tax return was slowly running out and she needed something quick.

Too many people focus on the negative,. Make appointments for temporary relief. I can appreciate more space. A second garden plot,. And when my parents get too old. Or have them stay in my guest room. They can climb right into my pores,.