the week before you should have returned it you died without warning, the last pages

She talks to meAbout dyeing itI talk to her about...dying

I knew her as a horse splashed seafoam whiteAtop the wine-dark sea of her bodyI knew her as a friend before she carried her hundred...

He died on a steamboatgambling his way back East.

Chest pressed against hera city Angellessdressed in concrete skin,listening to her hum, a hymn.

The broken ones can't find home, so they wander and live in cardboard boxes...

“…Why do they call you Consequential I?”And he’s all, “Well, because my name’s Ivan.”So I say, “Sure, but why Consequential?…”

… Have mercy on this little soul who cannot summon any strength, who cannot forward any goal, who cannot find the height or length…

… my imagination spins entire lives lived in the infinite spaces between seconds.”

…I wonder what tempest simmers in your ribcagewhat passions I could unleash…

I saved a scrap of paper that you wrote my name on, probably to remind yourself that I exist

…I bartered quicklywith god on the bathroom floor, decided I’d be fine to go—but mom argued...

… I used to hate this drink, now I crave it And the cup reads ‘caution’ as a mocking…

… A rope descends from above,Two officers drop onto my patio.They grab the pots,Using both hands…

… For the love of God, Hector would one day strip Patroclus naked, leave him in rot under the Anatolian sun…

… The river grows thin.Near the Greek camp, at the mouth, a wild grinscars Achilles face…

…He kisses her, lips pull taut over teeth / At night, she climbs the castle’s highest tower…

…As thinking channels are clogged with grief. A cloudy view occludes tomorrow’s cares…

“… below the easel rest some artist tools, a Spanish skin of wine hangs near to hand…

… They had to be held, upside-downsquawking at arm's length, their legspinned together, or they'd peck…