My breath drains itself
on a world
without pause
A breach of absence felt
where solitude flows
I collapse in the deep sins
of this fissure
I forget any measure
and time spins
I try to reconstruct
the commotion of my solo
I muster the gaps of my femininity,
my absurdity, my sensibility,
all pieces of myself
filled with a little fear
I anguish, I no longer know
why so many refusals
Copyright ©2008 Johanne
Farmer