The Silk Reactor Ignites
Outside my window the city's neon grid snaps and crackles
The Lanterns Did Not Ask For My Warmth
I lean my shoulder against the shoji screen and feel the paper
The Warmth That Remembers Your Name
I sit where the tide has just forgiven the shore, and I
The Red Stripe of Sun-Dried Healing
I had spent three weeks folding the same grey towels, pressing them
The Light She Catches While He Builds the Stars
The morning sun pours through the sheer curtain like a slow tide,
The Silk Against the Wreckage
The loft was a wound in the city's skin, every
The Warmth Held in Negative Space
I stand on the cantilever of this balcony where the railing is
The Salt of a Forgotten Afternoon
I press my palm into the wet sand and feel the whole
The Load-Bearing Wall I Finally Stopped Building
I used to design my life like a fortress: every relationship a
The Warmth I Keep for No One, and For Everyone
The city outside my window has gone dark again, the streetlights blurring
Where the Neon Melts Into My Lace
The rain had been drumming on the window for hours, turning the
The Fairy Godmother Drowned at High Noon
They tell you Cinderella waited by the window until midnight, and that
