Chapter 1
We, who understand the earthquake
of salt and sand
of a moment
adormant.
We, who bleed
shadows of crows
to decapitate
the yesterdays.
Underneath a cherry tree
nightmares advance upon us
in their march of ownerless gazes,
and the pronouns of unhappiness
are wasps dreaming too much.
We
are frenzied pelicans
zigzagging through winter.
I must warn you
before the fables of our shared solitude
fade away,
that there are no sunrises worth remembering,
that misery is a homeland unto itself;
What are you doing so far from me,
detached like an iceberg
floating amidst the cartilages of my loneliness,
what are you doing amidst the sunrises that repeat the same light.
You destroy me so slowly
that I almost love you.
