Writing
2014
poaching or the voting season
The mortals are voting their way out of it & Atlas keeps holding the pebble, on…
The Skirt
The first thing I sawWas a flying skirtA skirt in the wind
End of…
If I were to come to the end of the worldWould you be there, waiting? Hungry?…
Passportless touch
On the curvy meadowsLyingThe early dew no longer appeared
F-Day
The lightnessFree-fallingFreed
Unfriend
I just unfriended myselfTo enchant my detractorsJubilating at my clicked self loath
A Long Friday Ago
I hate bugsI can’t stand bug peopleCocoons lie
The audience of the hope
I let myself gofrom the ledgeI was born
To the other poet
I often dreamOf the poetWhose qualms
Wombless
Once womblessDeath is upon like a testamentMarrow of fear
The Drowning
Hmm... I like your walk, I love watching itThe thickening’s on, the ticking is downTick-tack... tick…
Doing God
I wish, I were, I was impotentWhile going around the skiesFinding a lost god
She
She was jealous not of meShe was jealous of herselfIf another looked at me
After the crash
I like the way I'm restoredin a new windowfirefoxed by the hounds
No Ar
Está nas paredesUm sonho lento, só, urgenteMuito são para ser demente