It began as a mistake.
My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
I'm only interested in poetry.
Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.
It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.