I’m through! I’m through! …
Eliza Griswold
You have a beautiful mouth, …
The pack is filing …
The naked man in the caravan …
We meet midway to walk white cobbles …
Bastard, the other boys teased him, …
Exodus is a traffic jam, …
A spring day oozes through Trastevere. …
When you said no, …
I never longed for my virginity. …
My transgressions pile against the garden wall …
My earliest wish was not to exist, …