I don’t have any words, only this feeling
Put pins in the tapestry to hold it on the wall and all the colour leaves.
Unconcerned with borders, it keeps flowing on its way-
This is the heart-break
Out of which I am born.
A masterpiece only I give – pure uncertainty
Language not liquid enough
It feels radical to exist – surely you can
I must always be crying
Taste sweet, the tip of my tongue dipped
Stop cutting flowers to bring them into your home.
Valerie, Madam at the Kingsland Motel, Brooklyn, NY is full of surprises. If you want to talk to her, email firstname.lastname@example.org. If you want to find out more about her without talking to her, check out her Tumblr or her WordPress. She loves a good joke; everything is hilarious.