If I send you an emoji
I thought I saw your face today —
You are my moment, and my dream,
Now only the scrag-end of human remains
Missing the wildness of my younger selfI degenerate into words. Waiting, betweensentences, for the muse to catch up with me,I…
Please, use me as a doormat.
Wipe off your mud-caked boots on my face.
We were supposed to meet in January
A million miles ago,
I didn’t mind that you lied
In Latin or in Portuguese
o sentimento de amor