I AM MY NIGHTMARE MIRROR

    Bald lady at the window    It’s a purple window now    Doesn’t see me, doesn’t wave ‘hi’    I wonder what she’s up to    Wonder if she’s still as human as me   ***    The bus passes by a biker gang    They surround it, on top of their miserable bicycles    Two, sometimes three riding a single one    With sticks they hit the vehicle, scream obscenities    The noise inside is nightmarish    When the driver speeds away, the general obscenities become directed at her    When the noise stops, silence is absolute     —aside from the loud engine, running—    Nobody wants to talk about it   ***    Your voice coming from around the corner    I freeze in place, heart skip a beat    Could it be? Could it be we’ll meet again?    A group comes to view, turning the corner    It was just someone that sounds like you   ***    New buttons for Goo    New letters to open    New blunts to avoid    New matters to worry       A new pair of legs, walking       A new pair of eyes, watching          Two th

    Can’t believe I’m here, waiting    For that old hag to come harass me    With her brown eyes, as dark as mine    And her brown hair, as dark as mine    And her brown eyebrows, as thick as mine    Old hag, witch, bitch, selfish cunt; just like me    She’s just like me, I can’t believe I’m sitting here, waiting      I ask the servant for the time    And of course she’s late, 20 minutes and counting    When she arrives I’m at the door, on my way out    I look down at her, she looks up at me, says,     “Your hair is too long”    My voice cracks mid-answer, I step back in trying to respond     “Did you get a table already?”      There isn’t a word to be said until the drinks arrive    And when they arrive, nothing seems to change    She’s scrolling her Instagram feed, I’m writing this    It was her idea for us to meet here today    In what used to be out favorite coffee shop     “To meet up and reconnect”    But we’re on two completely different worlds    And I think she might be shy to

    Sun beam through curtain, my alarm    Open eyes, repeat the plan    Breath deep a couple of times    Bunny slippers    Oxblood robe on naked body    All visible to naked eye    Go to the kitchen    eggs and coffee    Back to the room    change of clothes    Walk through the door    commence un desmadre      Sun shines from me    I’m radiant    Keep the chin up    I’ll say good morning first    I’ll make you say good morning back to me    Transform you subservient and    you won’t even know    Break your masculinity disguised with good manners      I’ll fuck your wife if I have to    I’ll fuck your husband for a pint of Jim Beam    Next day in the office you’ll try to act chill    But won’t look me in the eyes    I’ll make it feel like you used me    and laugh at your expense    Because regret made you forget    the two fingers I put in your ass      Did your life a favor and bought your soul    Put you in debt for as long as I live    and you’re a pawn on my side of the board      

  [ENG/PT]    Lonely bench overlooked by the passerby    This, a testament to city life    Fast, solitary, always in a hurry    So much to do, to see    So little time for trivialities    For the quick mistake of sitting down for a minute or two    Take in the air, realize the imperfection    Feel bad for what it’s worth    In comparison to that moment in living    Epiphany to change a life    This act of triviality   ***    She was trying to muffle her sobbing    Under the yellow spotlight of a street lamp    Castaway from the fervorous party inside the pub      When I finished my sobering walk around the block    She wasn’t there anymore    Only the memory of her sorrow stayed   ***    The dark figure stood still    like a statue, on display    Under the shadows of a closed shop    Behind the clear glass doors    Watching the monotonous scene before it    Where nothing new really happens    Once the picture snapped the statue moved    It was a man, a fine man    Kind and gentle, curi