Wednesday, March 23, 2016


collapse of laundry b links in
haze wrapped yr face o f f
ell blind washer slurping
in yr basement .in yr base
ment wind shredding all the
boxes wind fast speaks my
eye lost all the socks a
bove the street a
tree whips and thrashes was
what remembered I ,or me
was what forgot

...del yo complicado en el misterio!”
- José Asunción Silva


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