Letra de Vassoon
I put the ashes of my
dog in the core of a doll that I
made of myself. I keep it under
the floorboards.
No view from
above lets to see where I am in
under the roof below ceiling
inside of the house that I'm

I fell a fall that broke
open a beneficial compartment - a
compartment of noises who
formulas to me to remedy me;
formulas designed to be stories of
me - part fiction, mostly non.


Winter was weak
and overstayed its welcome get,
go. Summer got gone just as soon
as spring marched in, fall came
and so bone broke. Bone break

broke skin open. Blood did
bleed then. Immediately after
injury, recuperation begins to

I've the same hands as
my sister and I've the same hands.