I have inherited her [great-grandmother's] name, but I don't want to inherit her place by the window. I would like to baptize myself under a new name, a name more like the real me, the one nobody sees. Something like Zeze the X will do.
Shame is a bad thing, you know. It keeps you down. You want to know why I quit school? Because I didn't have nice clothes. No clothes, but I had brains. I was a smart cookie then.
Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's. A house all my own. Only a house as quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before a poem.