Dream of a butterfly

by Ana

I found myself this morning
in my mirror
looking dazed
confused
somehow smaller than before
tilted my head
searched the bags beneath my eyes
played with my nose
it had turned green, crude
a color my mom never liked
the color of bile, maybe
anyway… mundane details
to the body I had inhabited
long
fuzzy
propped up on a connection
of small sticks
what an imagination she
must have had
to draw a
caterpillar.

Soif

chez toi

j’aime l’imprévu

le chocolat épicé

les cheveux longs

une langue blessée

moi, j’aime les produits

infinis

le paradoxe

sans couleur

sans poivre

avec décolletés

emmerdons le reste

* scris de Ana, inspirata de Paolo and Julian…

va explic alta data.

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