But they persist, / twinkling like slight touches / on piano keys. / Each flat note an / intentional drip of the rain.
“I have only found comfort in anonymity— / in the sense of security when no one knows my name.”
“When she couldn’t move, she woke up, either alone or with a lover, in despair.”
“Sometimes our love is like that, too; even when I want to, I can never really find where the good bits stop and the bad bits start.”