Beauty carved her face
Grace: her body's lines...

There are so many lists in my world:
I can list for you my suffering...

I love, like one who has passed on can love
Every action is selfish...

I'll let you have me
Because it's what you want...

It is as if my heart has folded
So tiny, so small, so quick...

Footsteps. A heart quickens. Hands carve through...
The fall is expected, it's almost wanted, as if...

And we danced on the tables of our childhood
In cold fields where the peonies grew...

She can't breathe
Body taut, pressed...

When I was walking home the other day
I saw, upon a low wall, a miniature flower pot...

I have a wire face
Different fingers bend it to suit their needs...

I open the door
And walk into mirror land...

Everybody's making money of cigarettes
We pay for addiction...