Nakedness
Lizards and geckos in the cracks of the wall. Spiders,
many spiders in the baskets of last summer. And him,
he doesn’t even care for the statues anymore. He never
became a statue. His hands lying on his naked knees.
These fingernails, the hairs, the ring (which ring?),
foreign, foreign. Having nothing to hide, he has
nothing to reveal.
Libros Libertad 