Alone
Nighttime came to her like a tame and saffron dragon but the women in the neighborhood so she ate alone.
Left Over
Stolen from your drawer is the view of the sea missing from the stage are the nimble fingers of your youth removed from beneath the blanket are the words and phrases so apt to win you praise absent from the emerald is the woman who loved you and laced with cyanide is the familiar welcome to the remains.