maria amado
I’m maria (portugal, 1999). I have been trying to write under mud rugs and tap dancing bugs.
fake ache cake
i was encouraged to bite the candle
then cut the cake
in the dark
tongues wrapped in sugar
(old vanilla) coating
the childhood i had
forgotten
bleeding and looking inside
for the first time
the scary machine (beating)
through my sweater
as he leaves himself
dark hair waving back
goodbye
a soft-pitched bark asks
do you believe the weather report?
the rain smells
not as winter
yet
whether weather forecasts us,
dust must trust gust
what about us
what about
what
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