Poetry

Yo también

Yo también

No. Do you want to hear in it Spanish?             No. My clothes             mi ropa My words             mis palabras My lips             mis labios And my looks             y mis aspectos does not mean you can touch,             grab,             pull me like a desirable toy…

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I wasn’t here.

I wasn’t here.

You didn’t see me.I wasn’t saying anything.You didn’t hear me.The time passed.So much of it good-Quality.But I wasn’t present…Lives created, grown and graduated- Inside of me.Through me-From me- But I had nothing to do with it.Because…I wasn’t here.You can’t see me in photos.That…

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Fault Line

Fault Line

Don’t cross the fault lineYou will trip and stub your toeAnd plunge into the deep abyss belowIt will swallow you wholeAnd leave your demons exposedYou will never bare your flaccid spineDon’t cross the fault line Don’t rouse the earth’s quakeAnd bare…

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