I close the door and lock,
look, pushing and pulling
a cupboard against the door.
I saw in many horror films. Arrojo
lures a dustbin. Dono
used clothing and gift books
with your notes in the margin.
Everything that belonged to that era.
But your image is not a hatchet again
breaking wood. There
a beheading or a face
that shakes and stops moving
under the pillow.
This can not be seen.
This trepidation, this electrical current.
Your memory is a rough
animal that could not manage to put a leash.
Minimum
pin punching and collapsing zone
anesthetized.
Image: Barbara Kruger, Thinking of you, 1999.
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