I put my heart into my mother’s coffin

and now it throbs under the ground.

All the letters I sent to my first love

returned unread in my mailbox

and my unborn child, which I wanted

to create on paper, committed suicide

in the first paragraph of my unwritten book.

My cat has rejected her nine lives, my dog

refuses to bark and I look how the sky

shatters slowly in the broken mirror –

I am beautiful at last.