Signature of My Wife

One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you
Now, after 23 years
I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs

Sunday afternoon I am quiet, with aspiration. I haven’t spoken for nearly forty hours. Through the glass windows, I hear the top of the trees rustling. I think the leaves are getting ready to mourn me. Soon the...

I did not understand fire, Until I saw desire in her eyes. Nor did I know the smell of ashes, Until I was tucked in the urn. Between the desire and the ashes, A country self-immolated in hatred. Its men drunk plenty on...

This rain, this rain, falls on everything, Like you, a thousand of you, falling on one of me. If you were my imagination, or “muse” as they call it, I would have run you out when I ran out of you. But the...

And after love,
I become half woman, half you.

How with feeling your eyes smiled today I cannot describe it, simply cannot They ask me to come for life And stay for children They promised me, That the thighs will remain curious Why the breasts are heavier, And why...