Doing all of this
that is called life
a little distractedly
while lying in bed
with one’s arms stretching
to the trembling ceiling
*first posted in June 2018, revised in June 2019
to do all this*
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up there
we would go up there, as we used to do, and our homework as well, we did, full of joy, pressing very hard on the pencil lead: letters like angels telling stories (I never knew how to draw anything else).
my bruises and emotions
I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, absolutely
after breakfast
to smile from the fingertips to cover the chaos of the world, catching sight from a distance of more failures than victories, or maybe it is the opposite, I cannot remember (I do not speak to the gods after breakfast).
the Café vandal
You vandalize the thoughts of next table’s patrons, pretending to play on your phone, a bit ashamed to steal the lives of others (but not for very long).
