My Starter Earrings Are

Ana Rossetti, Juan Disanto

Notes for a blues


Do

lor to be with you in everything. For no longer be with you every thing.

Being hopelessly you in me.

Re membering my coin will not let me buy. That

my desire is not powerful enough to drill shielding

or my boldness as skilled as not to trigger the alarm
. Remember that you should only look at the windows.


My

edo not become, for not even get to be.

Fa
easily do: stick their spines invisible
open the door of fear, make reneging on myself when
least expected. And do not even know how many have taken
copy of my keys.


Sun
or have been the core of the pike, diamond teardrop
or the whims of the clover. Perhaps there are no hearts.
Maybe that it's impossible to choose.


The bios
sealed, custodians of the best kept secret, the enclosure where the words
resume their silent battles, their patients and refined years of rancor.



If you think it is patience, resignation, or anesthesia immunity
you're wrong. Is that I have tried to cut off all margaritas
to avoid questioning.