“I Fell from a High Depth”
I fell from a high depth
mapping the gold of wrists,
a parakeet with lonely eyes
through this tight keyhole;
a wind bent for saunas;
a derelict reflection;
frightful fur collars,
ferocious in your bed
night on all fours…
…the llama knows no injury.
The pears fell
we painted our toenails with moonlight
and all the hungry capybaras
licked the leather off a motorcycle jacket
then somebody faded away.
nicholauspatnaude 