You again, of the singing wound
A pile of white towels in the corner; a duct-taped X on your bedroom floor.
I have to tell you
Happily may their roads back home be on the trail of pollen
look look look until you become so sheer
To say how much I've missed you, I offer this
Light creates space. Darkness is richly filled volume.
Far away from everything, here I am,
My name is Marlene. When I was small, they called me –‘Kinnie’.