Cradle Cable On Palm Centro

My pit is similar to that of which they left.

I leave again, for my own pit. I confine

, contorted, thin

to move as a transit line.

Pull the excess. Wipe off the excess. Spitting. Reduce my structure

map to the minimum necessary.

So when you poke my head back, stretching the sovereignty

my lips,

reject the proposals of the circus and the tribes.

I said: I've given birth, I cut the cord, emancipated,

no tears I do not know, blood is not predictable, but the unbearable

trace of dirt accumulated

the fleeting vision of a sky of stars rent.

I wash with the language of a stunt flier.

will drink from the can where the dogs drink.

Image: Lucio Fontana, Concetto Spaziale, Attesa, 1967.

Dark Mark Around The Mouth

DOUBLE EXIT NO EXIT

pit where you came

to sink in the world will not get

. No regrets.

choked with flowers and bats,

anything you say. Nothing is said

down that night.

Bats rival birds.

(Al gash drove me to this world

without asking, he could not return. No regrets.

is tattooed on me. I traced the drawing.

choking on the unspeakable,

turned it into the horn of my own unicorn.

pierce, hang, knot, choose the banner)

prehensile

My sex has kidnapped you.

with their lips sealed out of your curiosity.

could not be better elsewhere.

and your chips as you navigate through my veins.

Now that I've seen from the inside

guess there's nothing you want to ask.

Image: Lucio Fontana, Concetto Spaziale, 1961.