I thought she
would
Sometimes,
but she died
While I listened
to bulls
Roaring in darkness
She jumped and
I did not
Hear, too
much pressure
A rushing
in the auricle
Anotia, all
I want is silence
That birth
mark of yours
I never got
it, give me
Your hand
and don’t
Pretend you
like to grow
All of a
sudden, being neat
And smart,
hiding
Behind
glasses, I know
What lies
inside, I've seen
The ocean inside
