what will be left of you? withered leaves and a couple of skins you shed in a serpent-like manner? dead wormwood stalks? ambrosia buds? greek gods had a taste for that weed but gods’ meat is woman’s poison gods are not us the ragweed breeds allergy (a surgical mask as a chador) and the dead leaves get noisy amidst the nights of delirium what will be left of me? You took everything quite away and all knaves of hearts’ mischief compared to that is a boyish parody though what’s...
- 25 septiembre, 2020
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