“Change is repentance.”
Poems
I reached out to the end of it all And saw a vision of my own fall. Mephistopheles walked me until I got jittery, and ran fast as he could soon
Red, yellow, and green lights. Ambulances storming across. White, brown, and black faces seen through the tinted windows. White, pink, and green uniforms. A bold plus sign, the hope against loss. Pale grey and white faces. Black and white clothes mixing friends and foes. Timber
I teetered to the right and then to the left in bed; my bladder again. I got up, finally, out of my little blanket, as my fan swung across the
“those who’ve died play a requiem for all that is alive.”
