How do I know I love her

There she is again, walking by, Head buried in her phone. All legs. I tried to forget them, And instead to think of her face, And of her thoughts, Of her nature, of her interests, her likes, Her dislikes, and of all the...

It is back. The swell. The ocean in me, Rising, In a big wave, Heaving recollections Against my eyes. Here I see no one, In this swell I am alone Buried in it. Breaking With some memory Of something. Alone on my island...

I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you

Black. Let me try this one, she said “…can I do this by my own?” Pushing him away, A self-deprecating Twist on her lip said “I look …y,” Nearly taking it off White. Color of his...

(On stage, she is sitting crouched, lamenting, wailing and cursing Death who is standing quietly, about five feet in front of her, with its back to her.) If you are so focused on not seeing me What is this urge in me...