I turned out these lines taking them from lines given for an assignment: I slit my living room curtains to see the other side. I’ve already entombed your cawing, clawing masquerade. I thought outside these walls we might finally talk, but if one death makes room for another, cemetery plots will become cliche or archetypes if you like what they say. These curtains hide the wrong faces but the right embraces. A little begets a lot, so your little death makes me distraught, yet you hook me with whispers and fingertips. And though less can be more, you overdo it … Continue reading September 30, 2014