A violet flower, in its palest

Phase, as its most ghostly white.

Imprisoned in her own rose palace,

Deathlike, and inviolate.



For Charlotte. 




The Twins Turn 25


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For Edward. My brother and I turn 25 today. 



I held the glass, looked heavenward,

And toasted to the sun.


We are no longer young, you said.

We are no longer young.


Your lips are paused before the glass,

Smiling as you say


That we shall die this way. Three cheers,

That we shall die this way.