The light from the bathroom throws itself into the room
falls just short of the chair's legs.
The razor blade slashes through flesh.
She bites the tip of her tongue.
She watches her blood whirlpool down the sink
( she does not stop to think )
washing away the pain washing away this self.
A chair sits in an empty room.
(2) THE MOON REFUSES TO SHOW ITS FACE
An owl is the darkness.
Only its voice is visible
to the naked ear.
It gives voice to the darkness.
The darkness says nothing.
It lets the owl speak for it.
The darkness transforms itself into the owl.
The owl becomes the darkness.
The moon refuses to show her face.
Silence seeps back. The owl says nothing. The darkness says nothing.
A human cries.
(3) MANY MOONS
she remembers an apple standing naked beside its skin
apple cut and cut and cut like little slices of moon fallen on the ground
the apple no longer a thing to be eaten now only a thing of fascination
the many scattered slices of moon the earth a black sky ants walking on the moons
she picks up one of the moons licks it clean of ants and dirt places it upon her tongue like a wafer
soon she remembers nothing nothing nothing at all
her life the empty space where she had cut herself out of her photographs
***
She said to me "I can't remember my thoughts...will you remember them for me?" I couldn't forget them and felt I was guardian of that voice and its suffering and that it shouldn't be lost.