God forgive me, God forgive me
An asylum in jaws of the Fates!
Maybe silence adds to the pain and maybe pain adds to the sea
Yoked to what? To whom?
for M 1. who conceived that ravine or the contour of those slopes Torbay —washing over him as he swims— is trying to say don’t let the barber shave below his collar 2. I love breathing him in my fingers raking his chest a cub wanders the forest after Andrés Montoya & Francisco X. Alarcón … Continue reading “Hair” by Francisco Aragón