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

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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.

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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Love me like hypoglycemia,
my darling.
Embrace me like a cypress grove.

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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

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