Brave Face
It is my fault that I take each question as a contest, a trial, an exam, A challenge: to be seen, to be studied Knowing what familiarity breeds
Lust Love Loss Lament
I can play at having eyes, wise like yours Knowing that wisdom is nothing but grief I see the colors, but not the picture And I lie, and tell you I understand
Rise Reach Risk Repent
Our traded, tired grins, rasping harrows Cutting along tight twists and fraying ends I don't know how long it will hold our weight But at least our gaze will meet as we fall












