if I listen, I can understand, but no matter how many words
I translate the front-page still fails to make sense to me…
feeling a little sick this morning, so I ate two cloves of garlic,
but now can’t tell if the nauseous sensation in my stomach
is the natural antibiotics or reverberations from the unnaturally
trained human machines depicted on the reflections in the
world’s daily mirror.


surrounded by honking cars on the corner of Salvador
(using the American dollar?) and some other street I didn’t
know (still don’t, why?), smelling roasting coffee as if in front of
Uncommon Grounds (for chaos) in Burlington, sitting on a window
sill, staring out at the vision of heading home (occurring everywhere
in the world at 5 o’clock), seeing that couple in the street laugh,
talk, flirt comfortably… he reaches out and holds her face in his
hand for a beso amidst the opera of taxis and even I didn’t notice
until it had already been recorded in the corner of the whole…


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