In her own words...
"Awake at Fifteen"
Once intended for a long voyage
my palanquin broke down.
Witnesses remember nothing;
nor I, as all begins again,
slows to a
it's Zeno, streaking, nearly colliding
with Venus, warm-hearted planet.
(She has a husband who all but left,
her lovingkindness too much for him.)
Back home with my flowers. I'm wide awake
and going nowhere.
Daddy says to watch me like a hawk.
You see I have these brain emissions,
spattered sounds under the bridge.
What was it —
petals dropping on the floor,
on the tiles,
death tapping a rose on the shoulder
in the maelstrom night?
Just imagine, I have a lover.