I want to roll
in mud and smell...

This starts with
the defiant, mysterious enemy...

We still play
hide and seek...

You are not here yet.
You live in a space of your own...

There goes the alarm clock,
the disturbing buzz...

You touch my body
the way wind touches trees...

I was a third grader when the school psychologist...
I remember now the sky of Damascus, in 2013...

Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...

Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...

The smoke
looked fascinating...

Bodies are carbon,
hydrogen...

There once was a time
when I let...