Toddler With Foot Fungus

January (POETRY)

DISSECTION OF THE WORD

I take the word

from the tip of her tongue and I turn

by nostalgia.
The
hooked to my eyelashes

the middle and fold it in half,
the floor creaks.
words come tumultuous


defend the idea of \u200b\u200ba circuit made up of letters
light scattered
. Attending

construction of a thought.

protest against wear

neuronal movement.
criticizes the aridity of the term

unfinished. Wheeling
privacy


naked in graphic signs of love. I make them shine


in the mirror of my soul.
The pushed into the abyss secret

and wobble in the carrousel

children.
One of them looks at me from the angle

sharper
of whiteness. Exhausted
. Her feet hurt

in that wanderings
the keyboard.
is pale, fearful of being image


now that my pulse gives the stroke.

'll take me to
space of silence.
The kiss tenderly. Perhaps

snuggle into my pillow until the wake


morning before your eyes