My perception has been perfect. I have always been surprised, but shock was forgotten or smoothed over, even by my own eyes.
The disturbing facts were never disturbing enough. I continued to be safe, to daydream, to love.
Napoleon and Josephine, unable to have kids, was not anything central. Someone you don't know took up residence beneath my eyelids.
My life was small, but you can't know how full! She was my Josephine. Greater, in fact. But perception demands many things and the most important element of vision is quiet breathing and tact.
Hope never gets excited. It never gives in. I saw a guillotine in a museum. My life was full of hints, commentaries on mayhem and sin.
I had no trouble hiding. There were closets, drawers, basements, streets, the habits of imbeciles.
I especially welcomed small talk. My poems flickered in-between. I let you have all the opinions. If I woke, uneasy, it was only because of a dream.
