My mother late at night naked She was in the hall, next to the bathroom my attraction to women has been ever since one of fascination and horror my aunt wanted me to have a thinner nose fuller upper lip then my cousin promised to show me her ******* I never saw her again that week I dreamed of her ******* the room at my grandma's house and chess boards
mothers have more influence on the poet than any other being they mark his view on life where there is no line between dream reality fantasy tale and myth becomes evident once you enter risk and you learn to accept the most separate and distant incongruences thanks to a mother’s irrational thought
I stepped into a carpet of bulls and cows the animals would awake at every one of my step hoofs and noses pink and red all smeared with a gelatinous substance the tree became for me impossible to reach