Have you regretted
something
in advance?
—I have
It was when I chose secrecy
over a confession
It does sound treachery
knowing you have
out-of-convention
bypassed destiny
Not to mention,
the pain, in envy,
also comes in advance
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesíaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
