Crooked jewel in the armpit of school-
I slept underneath an overpass
During math-
And thoughts of you came, flooded with
Reason and ennui-
It meant nothing to society-
The tortoise yawned but didn’t know what
To say-
And the rattlesnake danced, and said it
Was her art-
Airplanes flooded across the canal-
Like paper snowflakes-
And I pretended to die for my grandmother,
While telling myself perpetually that
My lips would never again
Have to taste the reasons for your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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