Insomnia
Insomnia I was tormented by the immense desolation with which Aureliano’s ghost had looked at me, the deep nostalgia which that specter felt for the living was as touching as my dream of a city with mirrors for walls. Months later when he finally showed up again, he came to my window with the disease of insomnia. In his bones he had the forgetfulness of death. His thoughts, monsoons of darkness, were lying to me, imbedding in my limp skin hopes of a new beginning where our numbers increased from two to four, and wild dreams strangled my roots like a banyan with handfuls of hate.