Ellen West

Prologue

I love sweets

Why am I a girl?

Precise

Now, at the Beginning

About five years ago

Even as a child, I saw

Slow, furtive

Nervous

January sixteenth

January twenty-first

February eighth

February fifteenth

Transition

Callas is my favorite singer

When I open my eyes in the morning

Interlude

March thirtieth..

The train ride yesterday

On the third day of being home

Dearest, I remember how at eighteen

Epilogue/Hymn