At the moment I have no choices,
At the moment I have no obsessions,
You stand as rocks stand
to which the sea reaches
in transparent waves of longing;
they are marred, finally;
everything fixed is marred.
And the sea triumphs,
like all that is false,
all that is fluent and womanly.
From behind, a lens
opens for your body. Why
should you turn? It doesn’t matter
who the witness is,
for whom you are suffering,
for whom you are standing still.
Is in my blood,
From a generation of strict women
And the thread of faithlessness that leaked in
was nothing more than a vaccine
Doubter, I had to start young or I’dve never believed.
But I was only reciting homemade liturgy.
Forfeiting divine promises
in a room I would not relinquish for a nation.
If I switched on autopilot, would it be faithful?
I lost a summer to wanting you
My understanding is not your understanding
I had to make a sound so i said your name
Prove to me that the world is small