"I had hung
body in the dryer of the routine in the dark
slowly rotting ... (Juanra Lopez)
body in the dryer of the routine in the dark
slowly rotting ... (Juanra Lopez)
waves They refused to swallow
air and refused to wobble
was autumn and was
rebel leaf faded postcards
muddy
muddy
velvet stubborn and irreverent at the time of dawn and thorns crucifix
no pulpit from which to throw the rotten
was autumn
wallowed in every minute
a mask.
Luisa Arellano
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