If I could tell you marry the words match the soul void If only… Why do you pull away suddenly? Shrink from my touch love? If you could just see Read my lips see …

Ink blotted canvases filled with words of despair and anger, mixed with an overwhelming sense of anguish. Admittance and guilt is shown through the poor excuses of a man. Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve, but didn’t …

Still, I find them in their prisons, but they love me... I ask them to show me how they got there. Their distress and nightmares become mine... Some places we glimpse and run, they …

As I watch a man steal fruit on the corner of Myrtle Ave and Broadway, I want to know what to do with the memory, days of the week underwear, the hand cupping the …