i feel solemnly naked here in this repetition, dripping sweat loudly underneath this awful sun for now that she has gone she took shade and atmosphere and left me with this burning coil where my heart once lived. this is climate where men fight lions and murder one another should some god be watching, for…

solitude is not the killer, it is the silence, the darkness, the world without your laughter and your light that is incomprehensible. there is a quickness to my heart now that will not subside and it is in your absence that i find myself paralyzed, stricken with fear at the idea of moving through this…