in shade. I laid
in sun till it scorched
me. Blisters grew
like fat plums on the tree.

I live
in shadow. I'd glow
in red light. Till the brightness
made me blind. And the light
burned my behind.

I live
in stillness. This illness
is from too many days
dancing in the sun.

I live
in stone. I'm a mountain
that stands alone. I've my books
and poetry. Men don't
notice me.