"irkutsk" poems
A veces
me pregunto por qué no puedo ser
una de esas personas
que no se preguntan.
Esas que viven inmóviles
inmovibles.
y yo acá , en Medellín Irkutsk París
qué cambia
qué hago
busco la búsqueda
dudo de todo
escribiendo
en este idioma ajeno
qué miedo
y que placer
y esperando
veo las hojas levantarse
en la danza
del viento que las lleva
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
It started off innocuously enough. An argument over the correct length and shape that parsnips should be cut. Differences in vision over simple practical matters can quickly expose much deeper fissures. She felt compelled and her brain quickly went into overdrive; feeling consumed by a clarity of vision that she had rarely had since childhood. She opened an incognito window on her web browser and started looking at flights to Irkutsk, Florence and newcastle upon Tyne. All places she had a fleeting connection to. She updated her CV, and checked her eyes with a pocket mirror, noting that her eyelids had a slight purple tinge. She went downstairs to get a glass of water and saw that she was alone.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC