Thursday, March 31, 2016

- NaPoWriMo #3

Other farewells in the songs of Gloria Gaynor


His name was Stephen.
His figure was a ripe peach,
a night branch full of stars,
a flock of birds overflying
the fragrant eucalyptus
in the schoolyard. Something
inside me shouts in protest:
at first I was afraid,
I was petrified…
And I bleed and I curl up
whenever he threatens with leaving
on the train to oblivion.

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