From the beginning even the smallest dreams
were a half-turned terror that might never end.
Secret hiding places shelter
the fallout of war: the sound
the throbbing cheek,
the flowered dress drenched with rain.
A frozen heart is without failures,
without fight, a silence
of not asking questions.
In my memory
you recognize me by touch,
inch by inch.
A rusty fan blows the stenchof sweat from my sheets.