“Alone and lethal as melanin. Excited, by soft corners and liquid opportunities. Stunned by her own eyes, by her own laughter and by the calories that observing burns. Strangers come to visit against corners. Waves of redheaded opinions arrive. Subcutaneous shadows. Pajamas torn on purpose and shared data tables arriving at the coast ask for help. Waves of eyes drip butter. Rubber spears play down the streets. The sun, witnessing everything, laughs with enthusiasm, Accumulates reasons, and carves in wood the dates that deserve to be remembered. No change seems to be coming, I wouldn’t think that the buttons matter, That their promises endure, Or that the grid is suspended. She knows that blue hair won’t stop the bombs, That nude portraits won’t reclaim the pastures or stop the fire; But she also knows that there are hidden reasons and desires.” • • • 🧡 @cubbixo #boudoir #boudoirphotography #poetry #poetrycommunity