terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008

Thalidomide - Sylvia Plath

o half moon half-brain, luminosity negro, masked like a white,
your dark amputations crawl and appall spidery, unsafe.what glove
what leatheriness has protected me from that shadow the indelible buds knuckles at shoulder-blades, the faces that shove into being, dragging the lopped blood-caul of absences. all night i carpenter
a space for the thing i am given, a love of two wet eyes and a screech.
white spit of indifference! the dark fruits revolve and fall the glass cracks across,
the image flees and aborts like dropped mercury

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