questions

here,
will the trees
never undress themselves
to wait for the snow?

where will my bruises go
when they leave my hips and my shoulders?

if the stars are pinpricks,
where are the edges of the fabric of the sky?

how shall i know what to listen to
when there are so many voices?

could we exhaust the possibilities
of how a human body can move?

where does the beauty of youth go
when one is no longer young?

can dirt come in through your pores and become part of your body?

what is it to dance?

is there ever an ant who lives alone?

if it is warm and sunny,
does winter come without claws and shrieks?

when will the rain come?