ready or not

By | 9 July 2009
I can't write, the story

without hands



Derrida's graffiti


she will take the pen off him


To fill up


the red plastic devil eyes


and tell us where we are


Only yesterday

filled with unfinished words

on top of each other:






calcaneus        carpus        cranium        femur

 ilium        mandible        maxilla        phalanges 

radius        scapula        sternum        tibia

you hid

with me


summer dresses in winter

along the pathway where ducks


Derrida's graffiti

Only yesterday


without hands



fifteen thousand neighbours died

on top of each other

stop             stop             I can't write, the story
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