///
The sound
of the crickets
and the little frogs
is something distinctive
outside my window
ever since I was 4 years old.
{"Luna Lunera
cascabelera,
dame 3 reales
para la cena"
((This is some really old
poem I had
on one of my pre-school books
sadly,
I don't seem to
remember the rest))
I can't find it either.
a n y w h e r e}
It's a sound
that will come
along with me,
all my life,
Until I stop existing.
//An either way
I had always preferred
twilights better than dawns//
U n l e s s
Less favorable circumstances
had left me
{trapped}
Someplace else, somewhere.
And so the girl thought to herself:
"There's nothing fancy about death...
you shit when you die"
S.A.
YOU ARE READING
I saw brief glimpses of happiness
PoetryThis is a monument to my body. A house. A store. One salvo. Memories me of my childhood and my dreams that will outlive me. Through you. Thanks for reading, and for bei...