175 I put away my best apparel. I keep it for my days With you. I store the snapshots of my better smiles in boxes. In shells, I hide the vertigo of the Atlantic Ocean. Without you, I'm not here. Transparent, I just anticipate Myself. Through me, your shadows slide to the future from the past. No present left, I only have the power of refusal, The forces of restraint, the dogma of reserve. Translucent, I put away my best apparel, away my better smiles.


Confined Verse
Collected Poems