Eventually, when I look at you there will only be a gaping nothingness, And I’ll miss you as the stars yearn for the morning light. But...

There isn't a part of me unmarked by grease and dirt, Deep in my skin it tunnels for fresh flesh, No part of me unhurt, Soft pale hands...

Your mother kneeled before you, pressing her palm to chest. From pictures, she only knew the mountains in Norway. You didn’t tell her the...