The Man Who’s Only Purpose Was to Inspire My Art
July 21, 2014 § 7 Comments
What if,
every encounter we ever had
was for my art?
What if,
your only purpose on earth—the only fame you would receive—
was to be my muse, inspiring me to mania?
With You
February 8, 2014 § 10 Comments
You’re always in your head. It must get lonely.
“It doesn’t. You’re here too. . .”
Gypsy In Waiting
January 14, 2014 § 5 Comments
How dull he must have thought me. . .
to simply
sit and wait.
Befuddled
January 12, 2014 § 11 Comments
