12.4.20

the water that keeps coming back


Scream
Wounded! Blood
on the arm (and the) leg.

Help! Here, here!
Help! Help!

Crazy, I know the gun
that hurts me,
and I think

about the scent
of the wounded roses

in the morning.
And I see the fear
that wounds his purity.

And you, always there.
And you, always killing.
And you, come here

(and) forget the water
that keeps coming back.



microstructures by a confined present and the virus. The water that keeps coming back. 2020