Everywhere

“Why do you like me?”

She keeps asking.
She doesn’t know oceans.
We were divided
by oceans,
by miths,
by a table.

Everytihng connected
to separate
but to emerge,
in sex.

In her eyes,
like nuts.
At her mouth,
like silence.
In her skin,
like a warrior.

“I like you. Because you like lasagna”

And then she laughed.
Like a child,
like a geisha.
A woman
like a smile
looking a disaster.

“I think too much”

She was staring
At books that
slept together
in a foreign room.
Somewhere in time
she is eating ants.
And they are know coming
trough her mouth.

“That you look like Jesus. (whispering, smiling) That’s a good thing”

They turned into squirrels
that tell her what to say
in the exact moment.

“It means being everywhere”

With the right rhythm.

por lucas