New man






It is a tunnel to dig with the belly
I shut up
One single jaw movement would bone me
So I shut up
Negligence
Furrow of silence
I pack up again
Move my numbness
It's damp in your country
I went there against all odds
Forgetting the worry and that exposed, bush or not
Winter is harsh
And long

I tried to become enamored
A tissue around the neck kept me warm
But I was left very close to be close
To you
So I shut up
Refloating
Empty-handed, the horizon escapes me
Of all the impacts of bullets that perforated the ocean
The deepest remained on the surface

My body cuts itself short
I offered you my decay
And the idea of a new man
The deficiencies in iodine noticeable on my skin




 Nov. 15. 2010