(1.) i like to wander in my loneliness,
stray like a mere cat, spread ash
beneath my feet and leave a dusty
trail for all to ponder upon. (2.) i once met a man capable of convincing me that he painted the sky blue with his icey tone. (3.) i once met a woman capable of dying my skin brown, my eyes yellow, my heart a mellow melon. (4.) besides each other and thus simply falling apart, they scholar'd a greedy need in me to seed the earth and soil my hands but never the hemp of my skirt and so i lie awake this maroon-collar'd night, a silly-hearted stranger writing to you in what I pretend is anonymity, once again of how exactly it feels like to be confused of oneself. it becomes even sillier and sillier as the day wears on, it seems.