the moon blizzarded.
he was too full for the doorway
again & again but his
job involved passage,
his job was to be too tall.
5.18.13
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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