Wednesday, 28 October 2020

Wrinkled barrens


When i ran 
to you
it started to rain

now

when i walked
from you
i started to cry


When i rained tears
through wrinkled barrens
salty rivers meandered

as

When i wept ice flakes
flows of glaze on dried lands
slowly submerged my tear


When i drowned

in you


like         


una lamentación 

oye, how i wailed, oye


si


When i miscarried

in me


Oye, todo sobre mi muerte






© 2020-10-28





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