Lover

She used to

send me

to the stars.

Three Haiku

(...)

View from bus stop:

glowing ants

in motion.

(...)

Under red lace:

my skin

untouched.

¨Outside¨

Looking in:

Christmas tree glowing

in a stranger´s house.

Christmas

Lights: you and me

walking under

fallen stars.

(...)

There are so many beautiful fantasies around.

There is just one thing that is real. That real thing

is the most beautiful thing.

It's you.

The Sweetest Thing A Girl Has Ever Said To Me

If I go. If my things, my boots and my little dresses

disappear from your closet. One. By one. You things

will fill in the cracks. In a short time, I will have never

been there. You will go on. Floating. Lightly.

(...)

I looked up and he

said, You do not have

crazy eyes.

Blades of grass and cherry blossoms are growing out

of my body. Towards the sun.

So beautiful.

(...)

I must remember I am not a creature inside a pearly
white cocoon lifted upward through space in the palm
of the universe.

(...)

Rain falls hard. In

cascades, from head

to toe.

(...)

Deer paused on empty

path. There is nothing

to be said.

Fear

The night had begun and the darkness was full of crickets. Christmas lights were on in the apartment although it was not anytime near Christmas. A warm breeze entered through the window hinting at the endless possibilities of a summer night. A woman and two men were having Vietnamese dinner. The men were talking about politics and capitalism. The woman was silent and smiling. She was Vietnamese. One of men, the ginger one, looked up at her and asked: “So what do you study?”. She replied, “Environmental science and economy”. Her voice was very polite. It was the kind of voice that doesn’t want to offend anyone and is always slightly worried about doing so nevertheless. There was a pause with crickets in it and the ginger man said, “These two things are in fact mutually exclusive”. “So first you learn how to preserve the environment and then you learn how to destroy it?”, added the other man and they both laughed with childlike delight. The woman wrapped a strand of long black hair around her index finger. She examined it. She wrapped it around her finger again. She was silent. They looked at her expectantly. The night was warm and inviting. She said,

“I don’t know”.

Sometimes a love affair is an old

landlady sweeping leaves off the

sidewalk in the early morning.

Rain

An evening bee -

its chores

interrupted.

Do you ever wonder.

What size would

a dwarf's

business card be?

Bar

Wine bottles lined up impeccably like patient glass butlers. A girl at the bar is sipping a drink. She is thinking about summer days stretched under an elastic lavender sky. She asks for the check. Pays. She slips off the bar stool and walks out across the glistening grass. Barefoot.

Coast

As I ran, the ocean rained

on me.

(...)

Washing scraps of smoke

out of my hair.

Sour

The sun on my skin

smells

purple.

Silence

Unpacked suitcase at my feet in a hotel

room of my mind.

Bench

Ghost in white
next to me, in
black.