Even when you think / you are touching someone / you never truly are
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.
There is one church for the people who admit they are good / and one church for the people who don’t.
I don’t know how and why I should even tell you, / since time has only heightened our estrangement, / that you’ve made me a man.
your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said