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’.