Accordion

Everything we have loved is lost.

Extraction

Gudrun Constructed

I Am a Cliché

The Ism That Dares Speak Its Name

She’s not here.

So I will let it alone and think about the house.

Striped Bare

Striped Bare, Even and Again

There’s One in Every Crowd

We were strangers for too long.

We’re treating each other just like strangers.