we were humming together and you thought it beautiful and the letters of the words they brushed against the skin but the strange feelings that make the heart heavy drawn in broad lines in the sand would disappear with the evening tide then holding hands we walked slowly there was only the truth at the end of the path.
I swear to you ! when I got to this tree, I could feel the air moving slowly, as if it had hips, so that the beauty of the branches would remain undisturbed and could spread out in an honest way, as they had since the beginning of time.
What you meant
when you didn’t talk
I listen to the branches
I do not surrender
nor sit back
*first posted in November 2020, edited, in November 2021
a haughty shadow delineated in Indian ink appeared in my dreams speaking a foreign language that evoked my roots but felt like thorns sinking unwittingly under the skin of origins *first posted in November 2020
What I should do
so we don’t think about it