Loose ribbons enfolding
A shrine:
Alma’s arms are fired
From throwing watermelons
Over the witch’s
Chainlink
Fences, to her hungry
Siblings
With starving smiles;
And I am the wolf
Who eats her unicorn
Gladly,
While the cat makes the
Feat of many stories
While we are just awakening
Like a nocturn of
Flowers
In the nose bleeding
Meadow
To which it takes some whiles
To realize-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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