No. 10.

Red flag.
Red flags.

Ninety-two.

I am an artist
because
of everything that’s happened to me
and what I’ve chosen
to do with it.

No. 9.

I keep trying to be here, but the problem is, not a single beautiful thing is coming from these hands, these days.

Ninety-one.

I'll come back soon.

Ninety (2).

I can draw a straight line
but I am incapable
of accurately measuring
distance. I should say that I'm sorry
but instead,
"I could never be a cartographer."

Now that we don't live together
I smell like blueberries
and mint.

A plate drops into a kitchen sink
shattering with a sound that is both startling
and satisfying. When will we
do such significant things
to each other?

No. 8.

I need to start seeing myself as something that's blooming.

No. 7.

I don't believe that everything needs a mystical explanation. We're human beings. Sometimes we act like animals.