domingo, 19 de julho de 2015


The real reason why we never jumped into the pool was
well freddy never was a good jumper betty never was a
good sport aunt amy always talked about tea pots and
tea plates and spoons and her lost loving pomegranates
and dad kept drawing leopards in every wall if our house
Please don’t ask about mom or mom’s dress made of flowers
made of silk made of every shade of desmond’s fears
Little timmy sang a song about our only friend Kazakalim
whose skin was dark whose blood was dim whose chest
was shiny as the wooded flute that father used to clean
every morning every midday every night and every dawn
as mother danced around the oak tree which surely did
contain a bird contain a whale contain a stack of all our tears.

Matilde Campilho

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