Love LetterLights flicker over her sleep form at dusk,the pale curve of her breathing. Softsweet shudders within her asa dream shapes the world.Our breath mingles in the darknesssecrets and loveexist between usweighed by dust inbreath and light on the windowsill.It circles in the silenceand I wonder if that's all we aresecrets and loveand dust.
The Power of GodThe voices rose and whispered to me to roll my clothes and bed linen into knots. They said I had the power of god to create strange things with the cloth. The nurses found me screaming prayers, pulling a blanketed rope around my throat, and dragged me down to lock-up for the night.
GuitarsDad visits me in the psychiatric ward,and brings his guitar. We sing duets in the courtyard, and suddenly I feel so far away and everything is beautiful again.
Rosette 3Patrice looks at Rosette over breakfast and laughs and says "Don't eat, you'll get fat." And we all scream at her, for making light of so much suffering and pain,for laughing at a disease that is not her own.
Rosette 2Rosette eats breakfast, cornflakes with water instead of milk, because she's afraid of the calories. She must weigh as much as a young child, and it makes me ache to see her. How long can her body survive?
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