minutos antes de salir

....................... a
hill as hilly
as winter coats
delicate chaos
under warmth of my baby sister
grabbing the sleeves
since it's a cold ground
crawling over her adventure
never tiring
today
my tomorrow

she doesn't know
who knows if care at all
and I am over there
looking
from a corner
whispering nothing
just observing
as she crawls back
towards me

and back again
to the hills
never leaving
the warmth of this drywalled harbor
no where to go
it's snowing
it's raining
and it's never ending
the tracks she leaves.

I don't Care...(45)

I don't care
when i sleep outside
as you keep in tide
write essays well
ring a school's bell

I don't care
turning off the alarm
finding in it no harm
in losing this time
and few other dimes


I don't care
for a complexity
double perplexity
as we look
at all these books

I don't care
at fucking jokes
told by these folks
with their names
resembling games

I don't care

because I don't flair
because all these lairs
have much cheese
that we freeze
wait to eat
wait to need
seven long years
after deceased

all in over, yet, under noses

Severity already grabbed a hold of me yesterday
The ground creaking and the leaves shaking

I'd rather be the animal, slowly creeping towards the hole in the wall.

I sit, arms crossed, looking deep into a space
waiting for an answer, under my shoes, under the chairs

so when I cross the threshold of pain, I can say I did it delicately

plain face and big nosed when i can be...all...
sit next to me, please, give me conversation...a happy thought

people will pass me by while i set out my secret, secret plans...all clandestine acts

nobody do i make proud
nobody do i ever want to be like

that's why I sharpen my claws

they are our mothers
no bother