the girl in you antonio
must have been smothered
all the red ribbons now kept
secret in your closets but
now the woman speaks
about the porcelain plates
and the scented water
that lay so cold in the tub.
the girl in you antonio
does not die, it creeps
like a lizard in your skin
and faces you as a doll.
if indeed the child is the
father of man, so antonio
the girl in you shall be the
mother of all your desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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