The day of the race finally approached,
as the jockeys mounted their rides...
When I was young, being watched from pale
shorelines of New Zealand, I never believed...
At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...
Always seeking the inescapable:
that ambition to be greater...
Look at these tears,
That you've left in my skin...
I have seen hundreds of customers
in my three months here...
Silence isn't always awkward .
Beauty isn't always on the outside...
I remember my childhood's winters,
The window catches the steam...
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Into the heart a bullet thrusts...
When I look in the mirror, you know what I see?
Someone in there, looking back at me...
Let's say you're walking down the street in...
A man comes up and wants to rob you...
The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...