ALLTAG

i cannot see 
                                         

the whiteness of my skin 

i cannot see 
my dangerous innocence 
gentle violence 

my perfume of superiority smelling like 
 

 ♡daily entitlements ♡ 

my passing leaves a stink of moisty ego, fragile, helplessly 
self-serving angelic fart 

look at my greehouse eyes 
 

don't they look heavenly? 
my heart is sweet and cold,
golden mold 
 

EL JARDÍN Y EL ESPÍRITU
 

a white ghost enters the stage.
they are isolated,
lonely 
with them
a net,
their pet. 

 

they wander at day in the garden he claimed, sits at the bench they feel she deserves 
they have not looked at their face for a while 
they were thinking and feeling quite ugly,
not shy  

 

not knowing where she was stepping 

they might have stepped  

and killed some ants 

 

or worse 

 

and while 

she didn't intend to hurt a fly, 

 

 (just kill it) 

he thought 

 gently flew to her nest 

 and closed their eyes

 

                                             
                  LOLITO