1975

my panting heartmy heavy voidcapturing leaf smokecurls the roomwhile i preparecrystal lapped boysto value a buckeveryone i knowis deadi’m dead toobut that never bothered me none handsome sergioknows the hoary hourevery day antoni sneaks offbefore lunchto fuckhis girlfriendviolethe presumesi can’tsmell the rosein his long black hair sergio’s allowance twirled onmontellianapaneraibrionithen alonein darknessarrangesblack chrysanthemums