I remember my watery nature, pour my liquid body

to wash away the pain of the shorter years,

to wash away the pain of a hollow embrace,

the feeling that we all will slide, not into the clear pool,

but into the murk of a place that should not be settled.

— Petra Kuppers from poem Found on the Pond Deck

• I Can’t Just Speak About Suffering
• I Remember My Watery Nature
• Don’t Remember Lighting This Cigarette
• You Fit Into Me
• I Live Alone In A Kind Of Luxury