In 2007, we became Hermione.
Fried hair frazzled, eyes crossed...

At night she wilts
in the same old chair...

I feel sometimes that I've lived my life in...
An apathetic, or was it anesthetized instrument...

Oh, my Giant Isopod,
you baffle me, you unseemly clod...

Once, I thought I'd leave a place and find myself.
I arrived, wrapped myself in sand...

Beneath my ribs, an intrinsic understanding of
warm muscle, steady breath...

Partly because I couldn't be drawn to care,
and partly because my bed is warm...

I am orange on the inside.
The orange of a sunrise...

When you touch me
my skin becomes an ocean...

Why?
she asks, a...

If I'm being melodramatic,
then you are like a broken hinge...

To the cold snake coiled in my belly--
I say with aching patience, yet again, please...