Romina's daughter
wanted to lend me the chubby and jump rope together, deliver the prints of the first communion, walking down the ravine to the school, run his fingers through the curls of the vicuña and tickle us.
I had to navigate with unwanted chopping in a wet cardboard boat sewage without tides. Not the white drawer innocent death, that is reserved for those who do things like god.
Some cry at the first breath, I could not mourn the contempt of your knife into my flesh.
I can not stand to see you sad, contained in the bars that crisscross index fingers, ready to draw your belly darkened. Fingers written on your forehead "aggravated by the link." That point, neat, neat skin, skin that feels, that does not interfere. Blind as a teacher that taught you to defend yourself, and you said that the penis and vagina are the same when they choose. That there is weak or strong sex or good name or image to load. You're no easy life, because life is not easy.
do not want you gone like the white nurses illegal forceps.
does not traverse the dark purgatory. Dark as the fat priests absolve you as to declaim absolute certainty that my soul has entered into your body sperm violent blows. A parent beats a liar, father unpunished for lack of evidence. Which does not, the enjoyment of non-consensual. That do not contribute to keep your privacy scrapped in twelve hundred folios without a holy word.
not look deceitful light of the candle that lit the blanket Sunday ladies who pay first row of the theater heaven.
not need this limbo of eternal hopscotch, drawn on the floor of the waiting room. With his hand still throwing angels bland to the sixth house, condemned to be free. Turned noses against the gates of heaven are blurred chalk when I walk.
And it happened or I stay. Mum
I apologize forever, because if you do I will be born ... and dying ...
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