She said to me, “Come over,
(a poem)
Do you ever wonder, if, when you float away from the body, you would think about…
a poem
If it has to happen, it will happen. No amount of turning over in my head…
when a story breaks there is no noise there is an emptiness which becomes that voidwhich…
the night is silentbut my thoughts are ready to burn the sky.
this is my hour in this moment I am no one.
whenever I readthis year I tried hard to holdmy words.