Francesca Woodman

                                     i
At the heart there is a hollow sun
by which we are constructed and undone
 

                                     ii
Behind the mirror. Favourite place to hide.
I didn't breathe. They looked so long I died.
 

                                     iii  
What's shown when we unveil, disclose, undress,
is first the promise, then its emptiness
 

                                     iv             
Ghost-face. Not because I turned my head,
but because what looked at me was dead.
 

                                      v
– We don't exist – We only dream we're here –
This means we never die – We disappear –
 

                                      vi 
We'd met 'in previous lives', he was convinced.
Yeah, I thought. And haven't spoken since.
 

                                     vii
All rooms will hide you, if you stand just so.
All ghosts know this. That's really all they know.