suffering that we don’t see
still makes a sort of sound—a subtle, soft
noise, nothing like the cries of screams that we
might think of
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.
I am learning to abandon the world
before it can abandon me.
Already I have given up the moon
and snow, closing my shades
Upward again, turning and writhing in air, my body become a space
Where, as in love,
Coherence and closure are deep human desires that are presently unfashionable. But they are always both frightening and enchantingly desirable.