Today I Swallowed a Sunset
and if I still have the power to love I will love everything that died
first in myself and I’m buried so deeply in the flesh that the convicts
ask me for theirlast cigarette and last blessing, and the self-murderers
only my nails want to choke on. and if I still have power
I will wipe their eyes with black handkerchiefs
that I have cried before.
and if I still have power I will make my own sun
out of a circle and a flame and I will pass my loneliness
through it. and if I still have power I will dig a grave with no margins
right inside me. a grave that will comprise the universe
and I will put my gloves keys lighterwallet on it and
if I still have power I will remove tooth by tooth and I’ll put
them too on hold.
as a dead man is suddenly showing signs of resurrection
a child signs he wants to be born
a silk butterfly that it wants to be the dress
that caresses your breasts buttocks sex and if I still have strength
I will sit quietly until the sun rises
out of my mouth. with a force that veils all images even those of you
a force that makes the grass grow on negatives
in the darkroom.
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