Because I Wanted
12 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry
And all those hands, all that skin,
kisses brushing cheeks.
I never once touched down, I kept out.
To Wake
9 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry
My plastic blinds, cast light To stir,
Like sleeping tabby cats, stomachs exposed, ringlets of striped fur…
