Only Mystery Allows Us To Live, Only

Men Like To Pleasure Us, Girl. They Like To Undo Our Plaits And Give Us Water To Drink From Their Own Mouths. That's What Makes The World Go Round.

The Moon Carries The Masks Of Meningitis Into Bedrooms, Fills The Wombs Of Pregnant Women With Cold Water And, As Soon As I'm Not Careful, Throws Handfuls Of Grass On My Shoulders.

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

The Mirror Is The Mother Dew, The Book Of Desiccated Twilights, Echo Become Flesh.

A Dead Man In Spain Is More Alive Than A Dead Man Anywhere In The World.