12.04.2004

once I get used to
my body then I get old
who is this

12.03.2004

intense the quiet
so you think my heart is (
roiling

12.02.2004

how does it feel that
none of your poems will be read
exhilarating

12.01.2004

poetry is a puff of wind
blow across your shoulder
brush your cheek
make you turn
and wonder

11.30.2004

I touch) you ( touch me
this spark beauty -
in this mask

11.29.2004

see) me no beauty -
reflection of my inner soul
I touch (you

11.28.2004

through the mask is you
transparent reflecting me -
no beauty