The Gift leaning into a reflection that my eyes do not register as my belly dissolves as I vanish into the space your eyes devour. I have no place to be either woken or alone. I have no name and my lips are colder than imagining when I sleep on the ice of dreams. It is a vapour of fear that rises. It is a cold anaesthetic fume rising like a goddess. Her chilly feathers glancing on my skin like kisses. I have forgotten or gestures flinching between one shadow and another. I am often afraid.
- ISBN10 6612095180
- ISBN13 9786612095184
- Publish Date 8 September 2008
- Publish Status Active
- Out of Print 29 May 2012
- Publish Country US
- Imprint Salt
- Format eBook
- Pages 80
- Language English