you could perhaps, some n ight come up to 3rd flr & entertain. you know . split words in 1/2 with silver straight razor kept in yr mouth. loving to chastise mundane things i do — grip th' railing white hands as petals of obscene flower that makes feel ... one's everything ... o phelia.
and why when siren wails past the mercadona at 3 AM while i sit on the curb as you buy some-thing (i forget. wine i hope). do you come out and stare at my shaking hands? your very eyebrows contesting my innocence? the way the fully-loaded hips **** with the asking of your unspoke question and legs angle to the sidewalk left foot turned slightly inwards, a heart attack in roberto verino.
might seem familiar to some. original written may 2012, granada. re-worked for submission to a friend's publication, keep a look out for it if you live in toronto, name of Grey River Zine.