the sun does not forget to burn
01/30/2007 04:20 p.m.

the sun forgets to open my heart, forgets
to beat, the sun forgets -
the moon forgives to open our eyes, forgives
to reap, the moon forgives
a fine damask the sea has chosen
a singular display of southern stars



Footnotes:
28/03/2007 All day I had a bad feeling about my life. The way the breeze lifted a newspaper in the Internet Cafe. The way the radio sounded like beetles eating through tissue. It felt as if someone had left a cigarette burning in my gut.