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erotica , 2021

The beautician stared at her for hours,
as if the unannounced thing she wore around her neck
would remain untouched forever.

Like a farmhouse, the heart patient
moved faster and faster to reach her,
but she kept vanishing,
delving deeper into the dark forest,
following the footprints she left behind,
state-monopoly bound.

The heart disease was beautiful—
it flowed like crystal-clear water, evenly,
like a confluence between my legs.

I declare I won’t become a cypress grove for any brother-in-law.

Evenly, listen how
the vineyards walk evenly—
see how even the conservators appear.

Oh, thirsty otoscopy,
if I had the strength and courage,
I’d stand still like marshmallow grass,
caught on your hook.

No matter how much you try to compose the revolution,
it’ll stand defenseless, like a new mother.

Hook by hook,
whistle by whistle,
you finally managed,
wood-masted, to hit bottom.

Unnegotiable, come tonight,
beloved,
let’s cyclically suffer together.

My pale one,
never avoid humiliation under the sun—
fear only humiliation in the dark.

Love me like hypoglycemia,
my darling.

Embrace me like a cypress grove.

She got lost in the vineyards,
lost like an oyster diver,
speaking always of you,
holding cardiology in her hands.

The heart patient clung to the ladle,
unstoppably, unnegotiable,
as if he thought he’d escape his pain that way.

Homogeneous one,
don’t let your self-satisfaction
satisfy the conservator’s view of you.

He looked at me like a crumpled newspaper,
ready to serve as kindling.
The more crumpled I became,
the more homogenous his crescent smile appeared.

I wanted to gift you something cheerful to remember me by.
I could have given you something trivial,
but I wanted something unique,
so I keep postponing it.

I held a splash tightly in my four palms, as follows:
crossing the avenue hopscotch-style, as follows:
if we ever meet by chance.

He gifted her a marshmallow grass with a single glance,
while she tried to pass a relative
blocking her path to absolution.

His choice to blind himself
from an overwhelming need to be loved
made him forget,
the reckless one,
that he’d never eat pie with cannabis again.

I want you to look at me with hypoglycemia,
my dear homogenous one,
as we walk through reckless roads,
speak reckless words,
and communicate with reckless gestures.

I had an inauguration—
to blush on the other shore,
holding tightly to a simpleton by the hair.

I spoke to you about numbness,
I spoke to you about the wild goat,
while you, sunlit and flushed,
kissed me, gazing at the clouds.

I hung from a ship’s rope,
on purpose,
just to make you notice me.
My feet almost touched the sea—
I wanted to force you to turn back

I only gave you a fresh onion

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