My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...

Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...

Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...

The loops unroll,
each birthing another...

I dream of you
in the moan of violins...

Shining Star
I always wanted to be a shining star...

Even in the storm,
learn...

There was no Juliet
behind these windows...

My mother is over ninety,
diminishing day by day...

He
brushed me off...

The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...

I called—
but nothing answered...