“I can see your dirtypillows.”

“If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.”

“I can see down your shirt”

“Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.”

“So go ahead. Do it—open the book. See? You see me, right? And I see you. See? I am reading your face, your eyes, your lips. I know the sufferdust on your brow. I can see you reading and I can tell, too, when you are here, when you’re absent, what you’ve read and how it affects you. There is no more hiding. I see your chords—your fractures, your cold gifts, where and when you’ve hurt people and why. It’s all right there—your stories are written right there on your face!”

“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.”