the stillness of sleep
leaves me unprotected
to the cold

fed up on nausea,
but too disciplined
to puke

in disbelief, but
without pain i watch the blood
drop out of the wound

i never thought that
would move me from
the middle of the bus

i'm looking for ways
to make my myself
unattractive for mosquitoes

among all those people with
umbrellas, the girl hiding
under milkbars is an eyecatcher

reality is the
fear media inflicts
on people

there are times
when turning back
is the only good idea