you settle for yourself

rather, you call it settling

because you only know

how to run from the truth


but when you aim

for heaven and

reach for the moon,

all those smoking mirrors


break and plume




She simplifies madness

She drags on for

miles and miles 

about the same 

old roads behind 

her house.


Pebbles can smash

thin windows, if

you drive too fast. 


She lost a tooth 

untying a noose, 

she was too small

and hit the ground


Loose change for

sweets to dull the 

pain; the remains 

of a little girl.