the sneeze

ch chew s and cr

isp y con chas y el vid

rio circucumular ‘s whap

ped I ,“¿sabes?” the umb

rella full of olives ,or your

keys ,ffroze n in a sp

here of ice el ququeso momor

dido y tu ggus aano liberato

...¡ay tantagua desenfocada!

...lentes(  de  )tierra...

...you know...

- Luis Bravo

the sink

‘’wa//et  /int’‘

you reads

the

bl

Õ‘

O

d  ticket

‘lost’

in’s

sh

‘A’

pe

grot

d.u.s.t cage

the logck

said

goteo ,fauces

t

o

  

ool

bliny y

vomitorio

shades

and crawls

your sTack

P

  

parnassus

supine ,lupus ,trainer do

me rising from the “sea”

turds hid beneath

tomatos the squirrels

twitch  .rust crawls up

the garage et je suis

flapi et j’ai flasqué dans

le miroir  .ah the noddin’s

left the soap’s streaming

from my lips  .mined ,too

thless ,choking on the

suds - when the answer

fills my shoe

...waters of which were

fabled to inspire...

- Mitchell’s Ancient Geography, 1845