The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
A cricket
chirping...
Life is a disease
that we must recover from...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
There once was a witch, who awoke every day, the...
And the first object she laid her eyes on was the...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...