Poems from Inkstained

You came to Iowa, married, divorced. He wanted you to be small. You wouldn’t have it. No one can contain you, Extraordinary woman. You had...
nothing much in this world is sweeter than an apple you picked yourself nothing much more satisfying than teeth going crunch on sweet apple...
The field lay, sad, cold, brown stalks rising rigidly and meaningless from blue snow in footprinted rows dark in the light of the orange...
I love you as I love a dandelion bright thing If you are paper I will fold you and lock you in a drawer I will take you out and look at you...