..When I am old..
2003-11-09 - 7:16 p.m.

I hurl my secrets

against my bedroom

bathroom kitchen walls

and watch them bleed

and dream and hunt and

sleep there--

they live

apart from

me apart from

this in a place

that speaks

with a foreign

tounge--

it's no wonder

I cling to them

they are the only

means of travel

I have--

when I am too old

for this

I will look at my

walls and wonder

if it was all worth

it, sigh into my

thin blue hair

attempt to scrape the

gold from the plaster

where the dreams hit long ago

yesterday - tomorrow