But now it is peaceful here, roaming and listening.

She floats in rosewater playing il m’aime, il ne m’aime pas, remembers men

and how it felt when they watched her dance

everything sounds like the agony birthed by too much blood

People called him a wizard

but that is not how he saw himself.

I tell myself I am not a monster.

he lives among the stars, a charioteer of constellations.