1. INTRODUCTION
2. ABOUT THE SITE
3. ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
4. OTHER WORKS
5. AUDIO
6. CONTACT

TEETH

Blank white. My coat is full of wind.
The trees endure, endure.
Everything is ice or becoming ice.

The cold makes cheeks hard, lips hard,
they shrink to a smile
and my teeth come forward:
long, dry, blank white.