meal time

the soap the stone the

nostiurtum exilhalation

labor of your sopping

glove labor of the

revolution itching in

your underwear

crow

inflo re

plied es

torvid

slwim

como paréntesis (

sordavoz

sobarasco

solaño sol ano

ni pan es

cupo

mud

mud

floor spread

a cloud claw

light's glass

business thief

window's sm

ashed mir

ror

in's

sheet ham

lookee lookee

“tools and tubes”

plee

cupe o lore

o lenguid

abdermation

melkt for me

,unuseless trone

mirror ,steam

chews un negck an c hews

at what ,it's tumba tatumba

,shady lung renamed a fork

.peeler wind ,wallowed dark the

sun yr clinging honey in the al

phabet alfabetoide or rinsing

the hot garbage pail its textural

seeds stunk and handed cough

the last bright orange .it blew

next Thursday or not a

breathless storm ,or was ,a

loomed plunge toward un alma

arenosa ,tela de dientes

fútiles mas sin embargo

.your distant phone your

osseous shaving of the lumination

...el agua

que surtiera de todos los fuegos.

- César Vallejo