Too long has gone by that we can stop;
your eyes are a screen door that I can
see slamming shut, however broken.
Touching upon the forbidden topic are
people, old and new, along the walls
of my home; a home that I do not have.

Of course! Hamlet believed in funerals
after weddings; weddings after funerals:
So it seems, it seems so. Stabbed in
the back, a wounded animal – this is
me, no longer a person, and I do not
feel but only you: This moment in time.