and I wonder, in what language am I supposed to express this passage?
Tag: Uncollected Poems
La cruda de dios
Where does the invisible come from?
Bhut Jolokia (Press Release)
A chili's spiciness scientifically measured
Intimate
Computers used to be rooms where you could walk into.
Esta mañana
Esta mañana amanezco con un velo sobre el ojo.
Nero
A cut-out frame opens up the microscopic
Coney Island
Over the photograph of the whole beach (the abandoned amusement park behind), a lonely bird.
Akhmatova
Giving, I think the poet meant, without expecting anything.
Added in a postscript
Gloomy day. Ceaseless rain.
Marco’s Sunday Roast
tranquilo, remember
Day Barry White Died
I wonder if everytime someone dies
