el antiguo futuro del espejo

held a flat black scrawl ri

verine glass it was 4 libras

salchicha forget yr hands

lost the water IN MY SW

EATING LAKE slashes and

scribbles stab from the lightless

center no hay voz que se

entiende no hay vacío sin

cerebro before the door I

closed behind yo leía del

sartén sus volutas de humo

hablado di gested e jected

the meal a head

…,where you dr

owned ,ininside the surface

- John M. Bennett