Heard while posing:
By now we quite know what she looks like;
yet, no one knows what she actually thinks.
I hushed and did not say:
I am aware of it all,
and can feel the mapping of my skin,
or the measuring of my skull
– what this skull contains remains my own.
Another voice raised:
Maybe she elaborates a grocery list?


This very idea scared me:
the idea of inner worlds containing nothing
but grocery lists.