They say when you are about to die you can see your entire life
I can see everything the GP a couple of years ago trains yelling the warmth of your thighs.
Persimmons are the silence of my childhood lychees the placenta of a cat.
A couple of weeks ago I went to a Chinese restaurant with my friend Rubén
they gave us a fortune cookie mine said you cannot go back go forward lachrymose ending.
It was a tepid autumn the year in which we met for the first time.
November 9th winter started. No lambs in the meadows but enough pathos to keep me hypnotized.
I sought words for roots swore on that God I don’t believe in that I’d write every day.
It doesn’t hurt as it used to and this hurts me epiphanies departed.
Yesterday you cursed me because I’m going to Colchester and then you laughed when I said in my humble opinion because you think there’s nothing humble in me.
More limpid today less infected by bacteria. Not even dead I’d go back.