Poem

"I cannot write because I have no personal experienceI lied too much, I lived in too many bodiesfrom my imagination I somewhat loved stagecoach driversmen with long fingers, ballet dancers through history,I invented all with lucidity, systematically, although I was afraidI was terribly afraid the saleswoman would catch mestealing books, cigarettes and chocolate every Wednesday."


by Carmen Firan (b. 1958)