24 LIFE LINES
SHE OFTEN HAS THESE DIALOGUES By Marie-Pascale Hardy
She often has these dialogues with her selves full of having-said-that’s and contradictions Cornflake Confetti insanity-which-is-also-death Transcribing her visions into common english she rejoices : nowhere is she expected bedridden, entranced Rises only to advise troubled visitors from the world outside She has too much time on her hands too little weight on her shoulders Her fingers are branches in spring of which she painstakingly bites the buds Her nails like leaves falling off— only hint of a season bleeding-which-is-also-death Sometimes I like that she talks so much it means I can look at her more I can look at her familiar faces her leafless arms