Back to you is the service road
to take my hat broken words ,
I do not understand the boundaries, you move me frames.
In the space of my forgetfulness is your shadow
a bank to come and see you, you know and shut up, bruise
jump timer, 3, 2, 1, here I am.
Now I've learned to make nooses,
to use step of the first times, to skimp on whys,
to ask the last dance for my fantasies,
now that burns me so much life inert
now nothing, now I do not know if I write to you.
Across runs a voice says that I miss you ,
and I stumble in the meantime the only way I know to love you
with autism from the walls of a safe house,
with teeth of skin wound , I have words of Mercurochrome,
bite the hand that feeds me.
I crawl double-lined skirts memory.
magma to reach that I have almost no fool.
Raquel G. Otero, also known as Sybilla Cardinale www.computodefantasmas.blogspot.com
[A long, but much I want to share here some of the wonders that publishes Ra. The time has come. Computation of ghosts passing through. Really worth it.]
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