An etching with aquatint of a girl in a dress sitting down on a rock while a clump of birds fly away.
Come away from her

Sparkly silver chains on my ankles
As soon as Mommy hatched, she dressed me in a birdcage

My feet keep sinking into the trampoline night
Like a white aurora the rabbit-shaped shadow dissipates
I bounce into the trampoline night

An open book showing a grid of small pictographic images.
Heart Sutra