Look into the world of the woman
in the Japanese Tea Garden
and you will see…
The girl so young
she needn’t wear a blouse,
looking out to where
the shore is rumor.
The biggest doll
a pretty young wo...
Alone for now my brain, which includes my mind,
Sends eager tendrils to my pressing eye,
To scan as the paramecium slides
Along the slide, it tightens my eyelash,
Also rimmed with cilia, though not the kind...
My blood searches my skin, pining for air,
Beating in time on the thickening walls,
Evading the clock the body has set,
Bounding from the heart like a summoned friend.
(I think I am quiet, there are times...
