i want to write - you have
lived more lives than i ever
will - the one wrapped round
your mother's arm, the next
playing about uninjured - the
window cleaning, the constant
cold you rarely felt. the austrian
lover, the sleigh rides, constant
pain you feel even now - i want
to write i understand but I do not
care to - it's enough to know your
lives - or at least the reenactment
