Julieta Kirkwood; Tejiendo Rebeldías
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Patty Cakes The Training
LANZAROTE
April is broken
and desire
bowl spills into the shadows.
There are traces of fear in the kitchen,
and novels have no hunches
nor
or other forms of saving.
Do not turn around and tell me which is the leakage
my eyes
which poisons the air.
I do not know but still look storm of time, that sheet rocked
infinitely into the distance.
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