What Is Shrinking Of The Gastrite

Is it over? (Tribute to my same sex)

women are beaten over the packed

mourning the tears wetting the pink letters
role of the selfless night

next to the crib next to the abandoned bridge Sigh
the

cardboard in your hand is over your own profile

begin again on wet cement

to draw you again

your waist is over lighting the lace
wasp
magazines and calendars and mechanical

bathing trunks and foam baths brass


hysterical laughter is over and the league
not
low and the eye that captures

while the body says no
nothing but
executioners come and cut your throat


defense is over before the coup
the dagger or the slap
with implacable silence and roar
inward blowing
juice bottles with disdain

and glass

tears is over and now begins another lap
while the same gestures

most brutal

the same
caresses

skinned open mouth to kiss or bite



not escape while you're asleep and you can smell

this spell
still give us the two mercilessly


(Excerpt from a poem my book
unedited
"Fragile stab")