Luisa Me

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~The sun has devoured

everything,~~~ ~

except these drills

~~~~~~that throb

in the cracked earth, buzzing like a flame~

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Crushing and grinding,~~~~~~~~~~~~

~ with the rhythm of hot fists falling from

~~~ the sky. ~

~ Crushing and grinding,~~ ~

it feels like a dance of this Earth~

~ soil with a migraine.

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My waves,~

   ~warm muscles arms now weary,

turned~ into saliva.~~

~ ~With~ this blanket

I clothe~~~~~~ myself~

~in winterand the fever lifts me

~towards the warmth.

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It distorts~the lines,~and the fabric forms

new folds~in this house

~~~of water~

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~whereno one lives anymore.

   ~~Inside me, no ~one~ walks,

~~~~and necton and~plankton~

~no longer~

   tickle me,~. ~

and I

   under the sun~~~

   ~burn dead.

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~~~~~Sweat~ ~

~~~~~~~~ still,~ ~ ~

~like a beast in its lair~~~

~awaits the command~ ~~

~of those~ ~~~

~who live under the sun.~

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~ ~~~If everything burns, ~

~~~~~~~even my waves burn~ ~

and my forehead ~~

sweats mucilage.

   ~If everything burns,~even the iron

of scaffolding changes temperature,

~but does not~ ~~~sweat.~

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   ~If everything burns ~

~palms~~~feet~

   ~~~~ and armpits

   ~are the first signs~~

   ~of the animalroaming

the body~~~

~ in the form of tears

   that taste of salt,~

that are mine

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Luisa Me

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