- 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.