SHE PUT HER SUNGLASSES BACK ON AND RETURNED TO THE PHONE BOOTH

SENSACUOR WAS THE NAME SHE COULDN'T GET OUT OF HER HEAD

AT THE MERCY OF HER OWN MOODS

SHE GAZED INTO THE SUNLIGHT ENTERING THE ROOM THROUGH THE CURTAINS

SHE COULDN'T HATE SUNDAY EVENINGS AS PASSIONATELY AS SHE DID WHEN SHE WAS A SCHOOLGIRL

DO AND FEEL AND TOUCH AND TASTE

A NEW LEAF HAS UNROLLED ITSELF

IN HER DREAM IT WAS CHRISTMAS AND EVEYONE SLEPT IN THE SAME ROOM

SO HIGH, SO BLUE

SHE DIDN'T LIKE THE SILENCE, BUT THE NOISE WAS MUCH WORSE

SHE NEVER HAD ANY FAMILY PHOTOS ON DISPLAY AT HOME

SHE THOUGHT ABOUT THE PEOPLE WAITING FOR HER ON THE OTHER SIDE

UNEXPECTED WINTER

SHE WOKE UP AND SHE WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE

JUST AS TIRED AND SAD AS WHEN SHE WAS A TEENAGER

AN AFTERNOON OF PASTA, RADIO, SMOKING AND MAGAZINES

A HELLO THAT FELT LIKE A GOODBYE TO HER

THERE WERE TINY FLIES ABOVE THE CHERRIES SHE DECIDED NOT TO EAT

SHE SAT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE WATCHING HER TEA GO COLD

FLOWERS IN HER HANDS AND WIND IN HER HAIR

THINGS TO REMEMBER, THINGS TO FORGET

FULL MOON, OPEN FIRE

SHE LAUGHED WHEN SHE SAID IT, BUT IT WASN'T A JOKE

THE EVENING SUNLIGHT ARRIVING IN HORIZONTAL RAYS