Vacio

Un lago
Quieto
De orillas inalcanzables

Y en él,
Flotando,
Mi forma

Mis limites
Y mi compasion
Todo descompaginado

De mi boca
De tu boca
Se alza una pregunta

Pero quien escucha?
Quien es testigo
En este cuerpo vacio?

Broken

Like glass

I shatter

Into tiny, colored

Pieces

Like waves

I smash

Against the coast

And beneath the rocks

My body flows,

The sounds of my tongue

And the flesh

That makes me whole

Everything is tired

From bones to wires

I'm no longer here

How could i be?

I'm not a thing

Not a person

I'm not a memory

Not a poet

Not even lines

In paper

I am not

This thing you read