About my work

You ask me
to talk about my work
I knit a story
without names
without faces
I cut my fingers
and forget to bleed
The lake freezes
pistacchio-painted
pieces of memories
I lick silently
break my words
into syllables
es.
You ask me to talk about
my work
You came so close
to the answer
and than the light
under the supper plates
fish can speak
carrots bake a frosting cake.