not a single broken glass

oh my enemies, there is no enemy

two reasons why men can’t bear the mirror

one for women

.

The political’s not personal

it’s pathological

crawling on your knees to the end of desire

not a single broken glass

This is Eden

.

your old image

too sad to use it any more

you can’t come to the dead

the limp twitch

do you cry before

.

sing to the greater glory

the crack in the voice

you and not you

if a sock with a hole in is reason

there is no reason at all

were we always governed by the worst

and anywhere is a prison

and everywhere is a garden

.

she gave me life twice

and some wounds you can sleep in