since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

There's a light somewhere.
It may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.

I
think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats and
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
night.

I know that some night
in some bedroom
soon
my fingers will
rift
through
soft clean
hair

songs such as no radio
plays

all sadness, grinning
into flow.