We study things ad absurdum, those with wings / our cousins or so the DNA testifies
I was one of / a hundred other women / bathing in the film
I left a book / on a park bench: / how foolish
Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; / So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.
During my father’s sermons, I would read / about my namesake and the men he killed.
One must not leave a woman alone in the garden.
I hold her hand like a telephone. / She tells a joke she’s never heard.
There is one church for the people who admit they are good / and one church for the people who don’t.
No, we will not speak of it. Not / at present.