The idea to loop you in my head like Pythagoras’ theorem I never forget. Sting you with constant sarcasm because that’s what you get. Invite you to sleep-over and roll you in the sheets so you cannot move. Push you to the edge, make you topple from bed because I’m really mad. Watch you scream…
Month: May 2019
Game
Let us play an innocent game. I’ll start with calling you dumbo. You can call me any name. Send me texts. Ask me anything. I’ll read but won’t reply. Don’t ask why. Wish me birthday. Send me flowers. Then watch me online for hours. I can be busy, try to understand. Get offended but don’t…
Discrete
I walk counting pebbles. I’m discrete so my shadow is not strangled. I’m not really a fan of locking eyes. When I do, I end-up locking horns. No one has the capacity to dismantle me. My own expectations are enough. I’m cursed for I see-through. I’m cursed for I say truth. I’m doomed for no…
Window
August 23rd. I see a mistress through my bedroom window. A limp architecture, garnished in sour grapes secret, lying beside the queen-size bed of her apartment. One hand little inside her underwear other on Mr. Mercedes sitting on her face. The faint sound of music from 80’s and smoke lifting from ashtray tells me she…