in memoriam

With little tiers

Of muddied rugs and lovely paper dolls

We stretched our faces yesterday

When days were murdered

In the heels

Of our tip-tapping shoes.

Our dirty nails, our funk for banshees.

Our dehydrated milk on reckless cups

The bawling hopscotch’s, the hide and the fails,

The Scooby Doos and the sludge fracas

In a rainy day –

All fancy and done in hard love.

Here lie the spoken Angeluses

The bedtime cheers fevered by

Radio music

Inside tropical rooms

Where we played house.


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