Seven Scars
“What are the colours of your body?” She asks me. As if she cannot see for herself what I am.
As if she cannot believe her eyes.
Below the Peach Tree
A child is born, swaddled in fur and kindness
Pompeii Again
unattainable the head but / how important a high / hungry sleep
Solipsism, for two
I want to ask you what your water tastes like today: / set my watch to the rising of the sun
this is yellow
this is yellow / don’t talk to /
me about / blue
wane
you found a new quiet
