My body is a jungle Of comings and goings And when...
I tried to write a poem about the rain But it...
Air is cold against my head Like a damp cloth Or...
My teeth are stones in sunlight Pieces of French bread in...
My self is Foreign to me now How I wish that...
How can I sleep When the man I think I love...
Irish dancing tunes Surround my bed, My house, my head We...
My heart is ill With fever Smoke clouds my eyes I...
Ceiling drips blood-stained secrets Upon me Fury rages like crematory fire...
Playing grown up games Secretly Without a conscience Or a direction...