For Someone Who Can’t Remember

People Think They Know What They're Getting, And They're Always Wrong.

I Imagined What It Would Be Like To Hold A Butterfly In Your Hands Something Bejeweled And Treasured And To Know That Despite Your Devotion It Was Dying By Degrees.

Houses Are Cellular Walls; They Keep Our Problems From Bleeding Into Everyone Else's.

Close A Door, And You'd Still Feel A Breeze Through The Window.

In The English Language There Are Orphans And Widows, But There Is No Word For The Parents Who Loses A Child.