An Autobiography

I’m a woman living in a port town

whose drowsy name I hardly ever

utter; I spend my days revising

last night’s dreams, rewriting

long -forsaken

tales. This has

no end.

No,

I haven’t seen

the sea

for quite a while. But I do

have a boat. I keep it

in my house’s backyard along with other items

to consider

next. I collect things

for later use (like

light, rain, cats

in dunkelblau). Opposite my room there is

a warehouse made of blank

pages, I write on its walls

in my spare

time