The opossum was tired
and angry. He had reason.
Daylight was not his friend.

I don't know about
you, girl, but wearing glass slippers 
would really suck.

Goodnight, train whistle.
Goodnight, sleepy daughter.
Goodnight, birds. Goodnight, moon.

You're my sun and I 
the planet that our little 
moons orbit around.

As I fold the paper,
lick the envelope and 
cap the pen I smile.

That penthouse view looks
great from down here. I wonder
if it's as great up there.

The spring rain is so
small and light. Different from the
heavy, grey fall rain.

There's no irony here.
I really do feel like 
a rat in a cage.

Last night there were 
only a few blossoms. Today 
they're in abundance.

I'm barefoot, pregnant
and in the kitchen and it's 
fuckin' hot in here.

"What are words for
when no one listens?
There's no use talking at all."

There's no ghosts in this
house. If there were I'd punch
the fuckers in the neck.

I never thought I'd
fall in love with the girl with 
olive-colored eyes.

Climbing up from the
hole I dug is tiresome. I 
shouldn't've dug so deep.

I'm searching for a 
quiet place to get away. 
Some place permanent. 

Why does that cat
always run from Pepe? The pleasure's 
all mine Monsieur Le Pew.

My soul could've been
from any dimension and
it'd still've found yours.

The cityscape reeked
of mold. From the homes
to the trees to the people.

Today I draw strength
from my spirit animals 
Werewolf and Unicorn.

There's not much to say
when you're happy. There's a whole 
lot to feel instead.