martes, 14 de octubre de 2014

Loose Nets

            To J. P.

From the centre to the edges,
My hands wide open,
Weaving the ether.
I shall bring you the bay leaves.
The secret is out,
the key
To the ants inside, 
where me,
An exiled piece of map
Undoes knotted routes.
But now.
I shall bring you the word.
But now.
Between mouth and sex:
loose nets.

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