when i was a little girl,
i stayed a little while with my aunt Violet.
in the very pretty log house
in the mountains, in the woods.
at sunset we would take long walks,
at the top of the hills we would watch the sun say good night
and pick wild berries that would paint our lips.
my best friend then had white dots and skinny legs
long ears and very deep eyes.

and then came the day i had to leave the pretty house
the mountains and the forest
the sunsets and the blackberries
white dots and skinny legs.

starbuck died soon after his little mama left for the city

i believe starbuck never left me
sometimes at night
when everyone shall sleep
and when you shall think i am dreaming
of sailors and treasures
(i am truly in the mountains no longer with a fawn
but with a strong and powerful deer)

Dear diary,
my little head was under white blankets when i heard the door. Mama Rose came in the early morning, she brought me a rose macaron, and silver earings. Papa Bear was there too. And Milk and Hippolyte. We sat in the living room in the evening, and read a story. It was a very sunny day, light shone through my glass of cider, it tickled my tongue. I listened to otis and i wore red lipstick and i danced and i jumped on the bed.