Consciously
No, no, he says again, no, no.
He turns his clothes inside out
he places the glass upside down,
he turns off the faucet, he turns death away,
he wears his shoes on his hands
he places his gloves on his knees:
“You are a liar,” they tell him angrily.
On the balcony, the three women laugh,
unsuspectedly. He doesn’t answer.
A fly lands on his cheek.
On the balcony, the three women laugh,
They are young and verdant. He likes that.
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