IF I DIDN’T…
It begins with a desolate beauty, a shoreline, and a pianist sitting at a piano. The piano lid is raised. I can see the movement of the…
My heart has always lived on the pageWhere ink meets empty space, I createIn my own arms I’m safe to be naked against infinity, my…
& so I belong with my betrayal:I should have cededthe country to youshould have let that other thought