Monday, April 27, 2009
almost anything can be on my mind right now.
my jaw pulls in tight, restraining me to speak.
my skin flourishes in front of one thousand shattered mirrors.
to construct what has been misplaced.
eyes falling into episodes of deep misery.
persuading me in silence.
the woman i am.
is not the woman.
in no sense, like everything that surrounds me.
almost anything could disappear on my mind right now.
but of course not him.
then from complete nothingness her naked back turns.
the female zoo