The Book That Wrote Me First
I am reading a novel that describes, in excruciating detail, exactly how
Paradox
The Warmth of a Cold Memory Not Yet Made
I am wearing a dress that does not exist in this century,
The Warmth of an Absent Sun
I am waiting for a man who has already left, yet he
The Carousel That Never Started
I am sitting on this horse because tomorrow you will tell me
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am standing here because you remembered me, yet I only exist
The Heart That Beats Because It Has Stopped
I am holding a heart that does not exist, yet it is
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am walking toward him because I have already arrived.
My coat
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am waiting for you in this cafe, though I know perfectly
The Eternal Now of a Single Glance
I am wearing the dress I will buy tomorrow, standing in a
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am standing here because I have already left.
The sun is
The Warmth I’ve Never Known Before
I am most present in the moments where I do not exist.
The Warmth I Cannot Feel Until It Is Gone
I remember the exact moment you told me we were strangers, and
