Salt into salt

SALT INTO SALT

There is a lambda in the rock
A double landslide
from eye to ear

A forbidden conversation
with silence
as the waves massage my back
and my newly-grown jaws

Freedom
I cannot talk now
I am face-down in the water
resting my nannu’s ears (…)

Eight and six

EIGHT AND SIX

Finally gone quiet
number eight
for too long
a carnivorous violin

A horizontal lament
almost never-ending
Eight now stands in silence
and respects the poem’s pause

Nanna Pawla has spoken
through numbers
I will play them in the lotto
in around eight days’ time (…)

Freedom, bring your hammock

FREEDOM, BRING YOUR HAMMOCK

Typing still hurts
yet somehow
typing heals

A says
Don Pablo is winning
every girl’s Heart ❤️❤️❤️
J says
Don Pablo is a chick-magnet
M says
Hey, this guy can’t have
a bad bone in his body
If only you knew
of my shoulder and back pain
If only you knew
how bad my bones have been (…)