my path is sometimes one for two sometimes one for three
a grey mist wipes out this body then
when the sea throws up her heavy veils
edges embroidered with pearls
the pain in my body is my mind not embracing
the pull and roll of the lapis lazuli wave
I am so happy alone in this grey room
sea rubbing her belly on the sand
Japanese woman singing those words
I have been aching for all these silent years
From: Between each bullet; unpublished