Don’t always believe what you read in obituaries

April 1, 2014

I’ve been here always. The time we ran away forever, but weren’t allowed to cross the street, the languages we made up, so they couldn’t know. I’ve been here always.   I was happy resting in the shadows of your limelight, but then the starlight turned into an interrogation lamp. You saw that under these clothes I am entirely naked. […]