What if I walked
up-side-down...

Half-full,
half-empty...

Her body's submerged in fibrin;
a marionette doll of her own physique...

The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow...

Fingers glued to poetry, mouth
glued to silence - I am...

On the first day of university, freshmen scatter...
like disoriented ants in search of syrup, and end...

Lined paper, camera shoots;
I wrecked your fantasy...

... a crack of light
... a moment of fracture...

My mother is a rickety house
amidst a city of skyscrapers...

Cast the rod, rip the calendar apart,
you'll find your lucky number...

You were lonely, staring at the walls
or the telephone screen, drinking...

These days, alcohol has become
a catalyst to catharsis, despite wine...