Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Record of Events



In the place
where time was neutralized,
I saw their real shapes:
all those soft bumps
they hid under loose shirts,
the varied shape of thigh and hip,
the flesh colors
melding between brown and grey,
where life stained them,
the unattended faces,
the weight of relaxation,
the muscle rounding the arms,
like copies of daily receipts.

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