Thursday, January 15, 2015


It isn't of any remarkable qualities
just like any other fall-
bounce into the corners of the house

I let my limbs take shield
the voice comes from your side, from your slumber
higher than a jet, careful next time, you say 
and since then I master care, 
I control my falls when possible, 
I tuck the bruises under my shirt and blame winter
for my shivers.

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