“I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.” — Melissa Lee-Houghton Copy Share Image
“ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink.” — Melissa Lee-Houghton Copy Share Image
“Tonight, I won't dream, because nobody has held me and no hands have strayed and even though I'm drunk with love, my arms are… — Melissa Lee-Houghton Copy Share Image
