Maria Elena Cruz Varela
A woman and a man awaken back to back
without any other precedent than their sex.
A woman and a man are sinking because they are missing.
A woman and a man play themselves out like a game of cards,
they hold the hand of their anger, the questionable copula,
the law of gravity, the mocking lightness of its laws.
A woman and a man with no solution struggle.
They leave an epitaph, the soft solitude of their backs.
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Eric. I'm going to do it.
You laughed and were probably joking when you said it-
But some day that comic is going to kick some ass.
without any other precedent than their sex.
A woman and a man are sinking because they are missing.
A woman and a man play themselves out like a game of cards,
they hold the hand of their anger, the questionable copula,
the law of gravity, the mocking lightness of its laws.
A woman and a man with no solution struggle.
They leave an epitaph, the soft solitude of their backs.
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Eric. I'm going to do it.
You laughed and were probably joking when you said it-
But some day that comic is going to kick some ass.