I am afraid of the men in boots in my bedroom I can hear their crunching march as they approach across the frozen tundra The young daughter with plump cheeks in my bed and the pink strawberry ice cream Are no protection I am too weak to fight them off They are too...
if you were a succulent creature would you know it? would you recognize your own luminosity… the translucent drop of dew shimmering on your slender green stem? would you know your own rich aroma, honey and sage, jasmine, sawdust and fresh-roasted coffee beans,...
