À bout de souffle ( Episode 2 )

Aesthetic sufferings, tight skirts over even tighter hips, black stockings and a hat – sometimes feathery, sometimes plain white. Actually, there is nothing plain about a white flight attendant’s hat, stripes or dots for that matter. We were floating on an enormous boat, concrete and glass, and the sky seemed to be the stormiest sea…

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher ( Episode 1 )

But if you’re a friend of any sort, then play along and catch a cold. This will be a story about clean wide smiles, colorfoul fabrics never to be stained by teary mascara. This will be a story about the beginning of so many beautiful friendships. This will be  a story about Audrey meets Audrey….

Glass Ceiling

I do not look human. I find it comforting. I read T.S Eliot for breakfast. I wear pearls And think I’m better than Mr. Prufrock. I eat pizza with cheese in greasy train stations. I ride on crowded trains And read about modern punishment. Modern everything. Post-traumatic orders, Clean and clear – Prisons, hospitals, schools….

We were sparkling

Whenever I have a nightmare, whenever I dream and it feels horrible – I wear something colorful the next day. It is supposed to drive gloomy, black thoughts away. They follow me nevertheless, these faithful shadows – perfect simulations of this fragile body of mine.  I will never teach anyone how to be a woman…

Crystal airplane, crashed and splintered apart

Your heart is like a broken open window .Wind and cold – they go in and out, your feelings battered, turned upside down.You mostly dream about food, vile offerings of people you no longer want to see. They eat, for them it is always a feast, for you – it tastes like prison or a…

Nothing really ends

  Wake up at 8AM, words go through your head – it’s the most beautiful poem you have ever heard. You decide not to get out of bed and write it down. It will come to you again, the  same words that will  put you to sleep eventually. Wake up at 12 AM – a…