i

do you know what i don´t like
lily asks looking into the void
i don´t know sprouts or freud-

people who stand in front of
mirrors-the vain-the rude-
no,a book that falls apart as

i am trying to read it..
page by page by page..
(o no don´t..)

-hell hath no rage
like the state of my insides
(i won´t..)

ii

well.don´t read it then!?
what if it is something i have been
looking for..for years?

and what if someone has written in
the margin or under-lined words?
(tears are near)

telephone numbers
shopping list
test the pen..

iii

what if it smells of love
and the dedication reads:
to daddy from timothy

happy christmas-2 thousand,
kisses..
a plane ticket or train..

a flower or book mark
a bench in the park
that changes my life..

iv

you hear of books
changing people´s lives´..
perhaps,they fall apart

too..mine, was crime and
punishment-i was assaulted
by it-typical..

v

could have been worse-
her boyfriend was a boxer-
that guilt should be such

remorse..
and redemption through love
and faith..

vi

brings one to the stranglers
and a ticket given
a gecko on the wall

a butterfly on the glass
another light day
all the same..