Those who see me the way time does 
A flowing river you enter twice 
Holding their words in the palms of their handsI am on the otherside, peeking through their fingers. 
 
Name and form without distinctions 
Paralyzing fear with no trust 
Womanhood may kill me, but it also greets me with ‘dearest’
I’ll die for my body, wrapped in Sappho’s poems. 
 
I’ve written with evil intent and great satisfaction 
Because what I say is what I must 
I am the woman I would shower with kisses 
As if she is a traveler who has just arrived home.