THAT WOMAN WITH OPEN EYES

life plays in the plaza
with the person I never was
and here I am
thought dances
on the cord of my smile
and everyone says it happened and it is
it’s passing by
it’s passing by
my heart
opens the window
life
here I am
my life
my lone, paralyzed blood
rings out in the world
but I want to know myself alive
but I don’t want to talk
about death
or about her strange hands