‘It murmurs beneath the crust of the ground, or a person who serves as the ground you stand on.’
‘The me that was then / follows, watching from the dark / theatre of my skull.’
The Politics of Feeling
‘Everything already is fraying at the edges if not completely gone.’
‘It was fake that your hugs were convulsive / and your furies unpredictable.’ Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer.