98

98

in the last days of tespu
noir
sea spray

bed sheet
tangled with the veil of her
allegiance

a horizon of heat seekers
sleeping against the wall

wet constructs from the pit of nose
molten brain’d

rusting nail to hang lost pictures
phone numbers scrawled

shadows trapped in brick
tenuous in teeth
pure water

flower
yellow in its dusk
tusks of forgotten pleasures

taxidermy
dust
layered in purple rooms
saints of evidence

“maybe the bird lang”
she said
“vaccine the future”

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

Author: Irving Paul Pereira

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