For Mary Magdelie

Standing into the legs
I will go to happiness
Further than the sea
Standing into your fingers
I will see the sun
more than gold
putting his feet on
I will talk to the table
about your mouth
hardened from heavy
shoes I will roll
i will roll on the ground
you won't touch me
you can't me

hanging in his jaws
saw I will speak
about the black sea
I will keep quiet about
it's like sinking
my father mine
home hair
I will go again
i will talk

~ 1994-1995