Washing Up on Gelatin Coasts

I traded my map for instinct

How many roentgens, then?

Feeding the lion

Eyes dancing across one another in the listening booth

Don’t let him get his hopes up

Too-easily satisfied with theory

Touching delicate fingertips

The attraction matrix

Razor blades on fire

Fear and avoidance

Now accepting attention

Hidden knowledge and secret power

Vapor at the gates of the romantic void

Missing – but not missed – grudges