Collocation, Saudade
Late at night making love, peignoir
& a glaciated window, you touched me everywhere
Late at night making love, peignoir
& a glaciated window, you touched me everywhere
In my secondary school days, in every one of my classes, there was always a classmate who would die.
In this poem, i remain a dog, barking at the unseen in the middle of the night,
Measuring its agitations by a quadratic formula…
I look at the portrait of my father again
and see in his big smile an ocean where
my mother bathes on its shores.
She knew it was me who took our stepmomās bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.