white against white

liberty on a scarf

oh mighty, I will tackle

this attraction to Plath

days spent in a coma

of the waking dead

speak, who is it? Speak!

my name has no meaning

the world is a cup

I drink, anonymously

he eats dark pumpernickel

dark chocolate on top

he called - all the way from Germany

I never received the long distance

someone else had collected, instead

I looked at old magazines

extreme weather conditions

trees collide with cars

I watch the lake scene twice

an eye for detail

we inverse

we are very happy

Darcy dressed in quandary

I cannot resist and laugh

my head off

someone is obsessed now

with reconstructing my life

imagine, reliving my diet

there was a purple square on the scarf

ageless

my admiration

the relief of limitation, I abide

by a checkerboard

white against white

the queen also laughed

when the heads rolled

into the pond

a golden ball at the bottom

nobody’s quarry

algae on top

I saw an alabaster jar

someone must have lost it
in the spring valley

black against black
the trunk shoves the roots
deeper into darkening sky