cuadra

Alex Rodriguez Santibanez

rest.
today is far from its end, exhale
anxiety comes whoever the fence
“just bad” may be your best

– fuck, did I lose the pills? –

you know, you know, you’ve been there
these dropping tears, red
whoever Hansel follows the dots
you will be found
you hope not

– what about Hilario, did he make it? –

at the verge of your sight
reach a safe spot, around that corner
maybe not, forbidden cuadra
and so your ribbons,
gallop

– I can barely hold the gun –

look up, move down, you made it
dinner was already at the table
mum at sunrise, white tears
she doesn’t ask

– health kit –

you know what she thinks
you know, you know
your mara

– this is a small town –