Poems from zara
written December 2008
You met your death at midnight across a campfire.
You took its hand and pulled it close.
You imagined it was your...
written August 2008
Now let us curl up
on opposing ends of this
amiable couch:
I sip my hot sweet milky tea,
and you curl your hands...
I lost my heart eons ago, but I
only just realized it was gone.
Where should I start looking?
Perhaps I’ll start up in the sky,
amidst...
written April 2008
Jules doesn’t drink the end of milk.
The last pint in a quart carton
holds unseen dangers.
Why put herself at risk...
written February 2008
I am the spark you held in
your cupped hands. You marveled
at my brightness because there
was so little of
me.
...