Anairda 3
you shed blood
there where they stop bleeding
your hyaluronic lips whisper
fifty-three year old grievances
for colleagues in the hospital's green uniform
sometimes you clean the apartment
enlarges the thickness of constricted veins
take off the shoes that gather dust
revolves layers of raw memories
tired peels an old apple
watching soap operas like an average person
but we have appointments
we need to rescue washing machines
attend notary offices that await us
look at vines supported by plane trees
find relatives who hurt in the soul
we need to achieve something concrete
that doesn't fall apart like love
yell something to get them to shut up
those who know our limits
recover the mind from pessimism
after the usual collection of defeats
because there is a cycle of circles
a cyclic and spiral circus
in which your almost realistic eye reads the news
looking for symbols among the tragedies
while applying expired arnica
for the eternal pain in the legs
using support pillows
spread out on the bed like islands of foam
in a strategy that already foresees
sleepless nights chewing on mistakes
before daily retry
of trying to heal an unfeeling world
that brings us down in each new version
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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