internal pandemonium about facial hair, feminism, potatoes, and other topics.
Progressions / July 17th, 2011
Cross-section of a vein, 2:1:1.
Remaining scars, ephemeral.
Concentric assertions of desire, sensual.
Avaricious in flames, enthused.
Immersed, yet superficial.
Te las mando con el pensamiento,
y las que se me botan por impaciencia,
y por miedo a que nunca lleguen
te las tiro, aunque no las quieras.
Were they too sharp?
Dull knives, to the same effect, hurt more.
I’m not passing: loitering is more adequate,
more insisting.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY