Neat girl sits with crossed legs,
a napkin across her lap, hiding her...
I choose another artifice
to wrap you up in my inhabited planet...
I write all of these things
that I'll probably never speak a word to you...
I
I'm not going to forget that you forgot...
I remember something about paper
caressing my cheek; life's formula...
I am just a dot in your universe,
not dead enough to be a star...
Walking the world on war torn lands,
The government holds all the power in their grimey...
This ornate road
I used to pass by...
She took no chance with the security line
clutching her ticket between her teeth...
I saw the moon,
next to her grave...
Inside her
there is an altar in her chest...
Please, turn the candles on and pray.
Today at recess, I was mad...