Poems

AN ISOSCELES TRIANGLE

I have bounded the line with two points

and I placed another identical one on the top

and I overlapped them

so I could hide the one under the other

so I could say they are both mine

although they are not

so I could say they are the same

although they are not

so I could say they are flesh

although they are not

 

I tickled one of the lines

at her belly

and I lifted her navel with my two fingers

 

She stretched herself like a cottage

in the middle of the forest

 

Confined the space

 

On three nails she hung the day

 

And I entered inside alone

with a roof over my back

 

With a stone in my bread

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