Asemic Poster: The Girl

In your inner cavity,

You also own your Roleiflex beats;

Knocks that build a grave-hose lottery,

that enters the heart-chest memory-

Deep-breaths don’t,

even have a chance,

to do the choreography.

 

 

You are a huge forest of doubts,

from within the one;

Only to classify it

with dissonant love.

It is to argue –

Not mine.

Not me.