I've never been more selfish in my life.
I learnt to bite on grenades...

Dear reader,
Forgive my ramblings...

In all of Paris' grandeur, from Place de la...
to bakery-scented boulevards - I searched for...

You and he: both dislike my poetry, both confuse...
with a desire to cloak my nakedness, but he said I...

I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...

I didn't mean to confine you
to the amusement park of my heart...

I remember something about paper
caressing my cheek; life's formula...

Beneath an archipelago of clouds, I find myself
thumb wrestling with words, placing dreams...

Every word was a stitch.
Skin fastened to survival...

When I go to sleep, a sheet
of paper threatens my throat...

I was never one to be afraid of heights,
but now I'll have to admit...

You are
sweaty palms to face, clogged pores...