This starts with
the defiant, mysterious enemy...

We still play
hide and seek...

You hug your children,
wishing you didn't have to...

You touch my body
the way wind touches trees...

Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...

I was a third grader when the school psychologist...
I remember now the sky of Damascus, in 2013...

There once was a time
when I let...

The smoke
looked fascinating...

Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...

Bodies are carbon,
hydrogen...

You are not here yet.
You live in a space of your own...

There goes the alarm clock,
the disturbing buzz...