“Because I could not see what she saw, / I invented the burning city that gives no heat, / I planted the pillar of salt that is no resource, / And now, as their shadows wave at my feet, / I imagine the horrified look she gave / And salvage her look that has turned from me.”

“Recently, the doctor has been looking / at my ovaries. I mean: she shoved / a camera inside of me to get a glimpse”

“Time seems not so much to progress as to waft through each novel… solitude enables past, present and future to press in like ghosts.”

“The beach was empty, the water calm, but on a pole a few meters from shore a red flag was waving.”