ate crumbs in the shadows.
longed for the cat when it realized it could leave.
kept a garden in her ear.
sat silent like a lion for eighteen and twenty hours a day.
hung pictures of American movie stars to light up her days.
dissolved the cruel walls of her cage, like a child, with her imagination.
filled pages like a monk searching for meaning.
meditated in the language of the half living.
let out a screamwhich still vibrates in the universe.
breathed heavy when the streets were full of people.
discovered the antidote to boredom.
It broke my heart to find her body,
at the end.
© 2008 henry toromoreno
Originally published in Downtown Brooklyn, Issue 5, 1996