The mannequins are all in love with
you
and too depressed to say it.

(A we
Enters
Quickly, to calm
The alone)

you have a chance for redemption, take it.

i forged you like a weapon .

i have gone
marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.

there is still fire in your tombs.

a perfume -
like an acid plum.

a little leaf that trembled on my chest.

fear envelops bones, like new skin.

where i went with me -
i went with you.

tower of the secret icehouses,
factory of the patriarchal flames.

that year left with you




and took me with it.

my skeleton consisted --- at times;

in words,

hard as bones exposed to the air

and rain.

this endless ---

lack,

of solitude.

i don't want to spend my time /

waiting for the lightning to strike.

(x)

there are so many things ---

i'm not allowed to tell you.


i touch myself ,


i dream.

i'll pay the cost for wanting things

that can only be found,

in the darkness

(on the edge of town.)

in these dreams it's always you,

the boy in the sweatshirt.



the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me.


from jumping off.

we were born to fuck each other;

one way or another.

/ the night is lovely as a rose /


if i see the sunlight hit you,


i am sure we'll decompose.

and they tell me you are crooked;

and i answer:

yes,

it is true.

always be a poet,
even in prose.

she said my name and it looked like magic on her tongue.