from all the streams at once

a fort of h ash of

grrunting bricks

sorta claylike wh

ere yr face col

lapsed ,gaping

door the fog so

loud my teeth

cracks below the

brim a pause re

gresses that's it

a language with the

rats removed

En el río las niñas lavaban sus cabellos

con orines fermentados...

- Gloria Dünkler