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.
