I want to roll
in mud and smell...

We still play
hide and seek...

This starts with
the defiant, mysterious enemy...

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

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

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

The smoke
looked fascinating...

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

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

Bodies are carbon,
hydrogen...

There once was a time
when I let...

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