Open your eyes...I'm a coward, too
You don't need to hide, my friend
For I am just like you.
Model: Scarlett Storm
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What is it about love,
that turns four arms into
two pretzels or
four legs into
one set of roots?What is it about sex,
that turns two bodies into
a volcano or
two hearts into
a lifetime?I don’t know.
But I remember learning multiplication,
before my eyes could reach over
a steering…
I.
Show me all the ghosts who
haunt your dying steps, the
steps of a girl who lets me
dream, show me the things
that make your lips tremble
and that make your eyes
look away, the things that
crawl along your collarbones
and hammer your quaking hips.
II.
Let me hold you and see you
through a light…
From My Bed
There is a baby crying from
What I can only imagine to be a dumpster.
The streets are dead
But alive with the souls
That succumbed to this world.I am three shades of a tragedy
Wrapped in a quilt that may as well
Have been stitched with regret.
I am four strings of a guitar
That used to make music.The moon is bending through my blinds
And the stars are just as they are.
I hear a scream and a broken vase
And I know a marriage is dying.
Friends now gone
to disease, to accidents
to combatants in foreign lands
fallen in Babylon
under opening salvos
on ancient stones
fallen in Germany
from parasites,
Jinns from the desert
devouring breath
fallen to insurgent explosions
guilefully concealed
cut down in waves
paroxysms…
El viento silba suavemente una canción
que hoy ya fue olvidada.
Las dunas formadas de pequeños granos salados
se extienden más allá de la razón.
Una y dos huellas.
Tres y cuatro huellas.
Esas son todas las que la arena puede contar
antes de borrarlas con un suspiro de viento.
Un…