"My Boyfriend"
The ordinary makes the cruelest deprivation:
sleeping on a bed of nails, one dreams of shivs.
Why can't each moment be a cool Autumn morning,
just after the rain?
recently: {"Penance"}, {"The Owl at Dusk"}, {Remplissant, the wit}, {"Gone"}, {I want to kiss you}, {No one in mind, a}, {Asleep atop a}, {Pale as a robin's}, {"Michael"}, {"My Boyfriend"}.