sometimes i pass by a mirror and i wonder how my mother got into my apartment without me knowing.

all nights lead to tarot

i don't think i belong to anything. i have no pack. i'm just floating here and there. not relevant, just temporary.

"I choose to be a figure in that light,
half-blotted by darkness, something moving
across that space, the color of stone
greeting the moon, yet more than stone:
a woman. I choose to walk here. And to draw this circle. "