We still play
hide and seek...
Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...
I threw
all my stones...
Yesterday,
a news reporter...
Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...
I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
Here, the night is calm, Marry.
The masses of stars and clouds are...
I don't like myself that much.
162 centimeters of flaws...
repeat it
until you believe it...
You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...
Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...