I heard the subway pouring out of your mouth.
I thought, maybe, it was an early-morning thing, letting sleep
spill from your body onto the week-worn floor.
I didn’t ask you to reveal this to me, I cling to
the milky curtain that lets you stay a hanging portrait.

Enough of this, this mania, and the fear that your body will turn against you.
Keep waking up in the empty morning and its thin light,
and everything will be the same for the rest of us.
This should calm you: that nobody can see the blood that’s been ...

The frantic thrust
against a worn beach front.
The need to fling upwards
and the sickening curling under
of a mind
changing suddenly.

Paris: city of romance, city of wine, cheese and…belligerent drunks? Gropers on the subway? Public urination? Though it is called the City of Lights, Paris, as I have come to know it, actually has a dark and seedy underbelly.
Having decided to study here for the semester, I am ...