I've died more than nine times,
and a cat doesn't know the
meaning of
being reincarnated on a daily basis.
My body is a pin cushion,
full of needles, thorns.
each pin represents a hope destroyed and reborn
and I'm the sewing master,
give me a needle and thread,
and I'll redesign this dress of
flesh and heart by day and night.
the same pattern is dull, I think,
and the skin needs holes to
breathe deeper.