With my silent sloppy words,A web of form-meanings I wave.With my fragile mortal fingers,A shadow of you I create.
Caught in my own world,Of spoken & unspoken, dreams, thoughts…Lost in my…
Once there was a girl who stood up for herself.That is the story.That is the beginning, middle, and…
How much older can I get?How does anybody take it?I wither everydayCan anybody take it?Each hour is a minute.Each day fills a week.A question appears written,On the skin above my knee: