嘉芙莲写给艾玛殊

My darling, I’m waiting  for you

How long is a day in the dark

Or a week

The fire is gone now

And I’m horribly cold

I really ought to drag myself outside

But then there’d be the sun

I’m afraid I waste the light

On the paintings and on writing thses words

We die

We die rich with lovers and tribes

Tastes we have swallowed

Bodys we have entered...

And swum up like rivers

Fears we’ve hidden in

Like this wreched cave

I want all this marked on my body

We are the real countries

Not the boundaries drawn on maps

The name of powerful men

I know you’ll come and carry me out into the palace of winds

That’s all I’ve wanted

To walk in such a place with you, with friends

An earth without maps

The lamp’s gone out , and I’m writing...

In the darkness