My mouth blooms like a cut.
Even without wars, life is dangerous.
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.
You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going
I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!