it

Sor  Tilegio y ,tuerto

con double vision ,la

camista gané la ca

misa perdí me plerdí

.)en contronco en la P

laza Yaxche(  the

fork path tine the

grave l or mu d my

feet in ea ch hc ae

Ay yr swelling cat

a falco n !  )ay the

mumbling in the panty

con los por ontos en

vasculados con los o

jos avinadagrados...

morti ,empti ,en vuelto...

‘s

 

bu

blet  off dringing ,mo

t de boue ,yr c hain

sh oulder cast  .the f

og charred was the f

ake ,gris kinda gristly

,was yr nek an nek

kid wheezy in the

sandwich pulled ay

yr groaning nimbus !

...where the boiled s

tone shines...  yr

)))faucet speech

,crawling like lice

gs

 

sl

uh face clam eh ton

ggue ape whee zing all

n ight the window s hapes

yr drying air the wormy

p illow yr cold pants

grasp un seated chair

ay yr ropy hairdo !  )cor

n falling from yr throat(

)rice ,the stiffened kitch

en(   )))where yr jacket

closed yr eyes beneath

the bed a tooth a

paperclip a single pill.................  ●

  

eep

 

ee  t

look ,the sot leg fanjet

focused on the fin

ger laid across yr

headache whwhoo

sshhing like toilet’s s

tuck  fl  ush  st

ood above the st

eep whirl exploding

knee my  .)))itching

ash my frenchfry

soaked in pee

pulled the pants off and

 ...sp lash...

- Emily Dickenson