A plaster figure
Stands for my identity
Virtuosity
The door swings like rope
I am loosened from myself
Gape like a wide mouth
The kettle looks dead
Where is the kitchen fire
Where are all of you?
I keep alive by thought
What day is it,I ask him
But he is absent
I put the bags outside
Let’s pretend we are here now
Will someone collect me?
How my heart sings 