silence is a foxhole

all the light in any room contains the last breath of the dead

no matter how large the beastableedingeventuallystops

my spine is a column of fistswhich must mean I am a riot

i am evidence of a heart impaled

except for lovethere should not be an alwaysa childcannot escape

it is not what men keep but what they can discard that makes them kings

I should not have to forgive my thighs anything

i broughtan alonewith me

i brought in alone with me