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