It is known that love
It is one more viscera of our body,
specifically:
an excretory organ.
So
what lets go
does not return
never again to him.
And if you do,
contaminates. Poetry is elsewhere
here we only have your dirty clothes,
the dishes he has used to devour his lunch,
a notebook where he wrote down numbers of the pool that
he was never right, the corpses of the birds that he sang
and a messy room where he used to lie down
nap.
will be single
and she will have dyed
to confuse her old fellow travelers.
I wanted to call her, I tempted her with the best phrases of
self help I found on google, but nothing.
Poetry is elsewhere
here we only have her revival attached to the back
of a stamp of San Cayetano.