Made of wounds we are
and nobody ever tried to save...

No sound opens the walls
and lies down in the room...

I am not a noble woman, I am a mongrel
and I sleep with pack of barking dogs...

Listen
the words don't need my perplexity anymore...

He gently disintegrated
listening to a tango...

She couldn't see
but there was a copula verb between them...

Brazilian Day in Toronto
When you get the subway...

He rises.
She measures...

She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...

Let me sleep
as the night bleeds stars...

I appreciate a round of musical chairs,
sitting unembarrassedly on the edge...

In the shadow of his heart,
had he hid me...