Bad poems here and there
Insomniacs
I won’t promise finding
the best words for you
I can’t find rhymes
or reasoning
I have feelings tangled
in my mind
The marathon
I wonder what
I will have to do
to watch you go away
so I will finally have
a new fresh reason
to drop two or three
Between love and fire
pointy eyes growl
so much repulse boils around
all because of my foreignness
with feet stuck in the ground
a closed body I am
Entre o amor e o fogo
olhos pontiagudos rosnam
tanta repulsa fervendo ao redor
tudo pela minha estrangeiridade
com os pés fincados na terra
um corpo fechado sou
crazy
you said
she was crazy
a crazy ex
another crazy one
like so many
women you don’t