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ARIEL


We met
at a young time
ago.
You were blue
like a bead
and I
was blue
like baby
leaning out
the crib.
Every time
I would
reach
for a kiss
the noise
increased.
Every time I
watched the ceiling
you painted
clouds then painted
over them again after
I fell asleep.
One morning
at the monastery
I asked
for coffee
and got kicked out.
I got a book
for my birthday
and never got
past the first line.
I licked walls
then I cried.
Searching for
a compass  
is still searching
for something
they lied
to us for
a hug.
Do you
notice
a difference be-
t
ween someone
always carrying
a pen
and one
who has the plot
on a leash?
Here stood a the-
atre for which
only the decor we see
and recognize
from the back.
I met a cat
called straw-
berry today.
She lost her tail on a fight.

What is resisted persists.
also
last year means
ten more years.
Landscape is
a bizarre word.
in orange.
This courtyard seems
huge
for what it is
spin around
for me
one last time
for what it’s worth,
if I had one person
to inherit all my poems
to
it would be you Ariel.
I tried other fonts but
I
always
come
back
to
you Ariel.



04.23