Carlos Acevedo Lugo

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poem no. 13

Hold my…

Count, the colors, the hands… 

Maybe, shift and feel… 

Your mind… 

– What?

The beautiful, the whole sun… 

– When we end up?

Might as well… 

Might as wordless… 

Might as I feel… 

Trying not to be alone in bed at night… 

Running, till next Friday… 

Predict, and stay alive after or letter… 

I pressed… 

Weather… 

Toward at the center… 

…Universe… 

In the earth… 

Out the window… 

Kitchen…