Jun 21, 2020
coexist
three of me coexist
one lives, electric, magic, incredible
but it doesn't have much fuel
then it remains stored
another, which dies slowly
slipping through the empty spaces left in your path
waiting for something to happen
is the result of anger
who knows
and this one who writes
indifferent
that expects nothing and is oblivious to everything
is present most of the time
don't expect anything
don’t need that
the three live together
sit down and drink wine
make fun of their ex lovers
and fall in love with the new
expect something to happen
one, smiling and screaming
spills
another, seated, trembles
spills
the last, write these poems
spills
