...we Shall Board Our Imagined

I Am Learning Peacefulness, Lying By Myself Quietly, As The Light Lies On These White Walls, This Bed, These Hands. I Am Nobody; I Have Nothing To Do With Explosions.

I Inhabit The Wax Image Of Myself, A Doll's Body. Sickness Begins Here; I Am A Dartboard For Witches.

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

I Think I Am Worthwhile Just Because I Have Optical Nerves And Can Try To Put Down What They Perceive. What A Fool!

The Claw Of The Magnolia, Drunk On Its Own Scents, Asks Nothing Of Life.