Such Small Furniture And it hurt, my fury made of splinters She never tries. dynamite        ready to explode our dollhouse the little...

Soon the Snow Would Fly cold bones hurt A little shadow in a dark hothouse the mouse on the collar of my nightgown gone to sleep The sun...

The same thing we do to a cigarette we do to memories as well: Throughout the night we let it burn, Then flatten it under our shoes...

River Waltz The river stayed happy when the others were splattered with the blood of a face splayed out on an Oxford street. The river...