
You have a sharp tongue
With our local sweet accent
You do not convince
But
Our wet clothes in the yard
Are speaking
With the warm language
Of the sun
Are playing rope

The eyes of the fish
Have come out of the eye sockets
Fell to the beach
IT is so hard for fish
Believe the sky In the
heart of the sea

I gather my distressed hair
On my head
Look like your hands

Your photo frame
Has been removed
I understand this
From scars
On the wall

The mirror fell
From my hand, and
Thousand of me
How heavy is it
The weight that each
Piece of me carries
