Tuesday, April 3, 2018


watered shirt tu bruma
dorsal a wwind increasive
was a hand claws across
your chest the twisted towel or
,or forking of an afterthought
.dried yr faced thick sluffage
,master of the lizard stone
its eyes slight neck your
luncheon was ,gristly leafage
in your cheek .open mine a
while ,so's dripping teeth
dry the air ,dry the
perforation of your said it all

...a fuerza de pensar me debilito
- Rubén Darío


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