The light is no mystery.

A woman asks at night for a story with a happy ending. I have none.

I suppose I have a need to feel understood by gypsies and strangers, even after years of learning and relearning they are bound to let me down.

accept me for who I want to be

not merely as I am

(when who I am is broken)

desiring you

is not a theme

on which I’m proud

to rhapsodize

because you could

kill me in the most gentle

way possible, just by looking

straight at me, and sight

shows some mercy

I didn’t think I could sleep through the night

in your arms without

whispering something you’d regret

I would like to be the air

that inhabits you for a moment

only. I would like to be that unnoticed

and that necessary.

“Speech is the true realm of eroticism, and not simply a means of access to this realm. To seduce is to produce language that enjoys, language that takes pleasure in having ‘no more to say.’ To seduce is thus to prolong, within desiring speech, the pleasure-taking performance of the very production of speech.”

The girl with the sun sundress

and a backpack full of emptiness

won’t be misleading you today.

“That which has to be chosen stands into the deepest relationship to the chooser.”

“How many events go into that sudden and decisive moment when you wake up one morning and discover that your life has forever been changed by forces beyond your control?”