Look around for the side effects.
Study the ways in which we work.
I told myself to take the secrets & keep them alive.
I had a tiny feud with fear.
You were clutching a cherry-brown cello.
I still daydream, wanting what I don’t know.
I couldn’t honestly love you because I was guilty of envy.
I’ve been nearly numb—a manufactured sense of loss.
I was examining the calligraphy of emotion.
I vanished & brewed some music with paper flames.
Stars lit the room.
It was dark when I scurried back to the well.
I opened a lean book & gently let myself enjoy it.
I dared to stop abusing the raw kindness of another.