I thought I wrote a poem about it already,
but as I'm flipping through your pages...
I can never be
So leave me in peace...
I don’t remember much of last year
(except hospitals and hardships...
I still feel
the profound sadness...
Black man sings:
Compering to the way you moving your booty...
What does it mean to be a tourist
in your own body, in a vessel...
I imagine you
waking me up for the grandest breakfast...
Me and an ant looked
at each other, recognized...
As soon as you think
you've found the final answer...
Sometimes, escapes from you as fast as you are...
sometimes, dives in you...
O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly...
Everything is so awful
and bad...