6.26.2007

untitled

slipping to the end
back to where this all began;
why can't i move on?

6.11.2007

dinner with my family

circling like birds of
prey, eager to peck out the
eyes of the weak, we

eat and talk at once.
everyone knows the price of
mistakes-- wary of

slips, we choose our words
with care, and each heartbeat pounds
like furious wings.