A Distant Planet
and there, Beside the thundering waterfall of his heart, I rubbed my eyes and thought, “I’m lost.” ............................... Rafael Campo
I said, it's like lifting a cello out of its case— “but what do I know of love's lonely offices”
I'm positive, he said... so I chanted the sweaty shaman's painted curse
I'd look inside his throat to see his misery, he'd touch his genitals and think of sin
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