I AM MY NIGHTMARE MIRROR

     Strolling down the street. “Clara’s live karaoke” is written in beautiful calligraphy on a blackboard right outside a photography store. A green-haired girl wearing big, mint galoshes sat leisurely on a plastic chair, plays guitar and sings to a handful of alternative kids. Soft, country sounds appeared visible in the air, floating about beautifully like pastel-colored feathers, upon the visit of Zephyr to the backyard, where you’re plucking the chicken, delighted in the knowledge that tonight will be special. My heart peaceful and loving, my ears honored, but myself too shy to sit here and submit myself to the curiosity of passersby, like the rainbow-haired kids sat on the sidewalk around Clara, checking their phones.    So, I pretend to check out the variety of rechargeable batteries for sale in the store, before stealthily walking out to hide in the corner. The further I get, however, the music never seems to quiet down, like playing from inside me, and I keep walking. On the n

Memories can be so faulty When you are drunk all the time Month-long trip feels like it never happened What am I doing with my life? Booze and molly Snorting ashes of the deceased Throwing up bloody foam into the toilet What good is  this life? Pluck out the party stopper Let’s pee on somebody’s porch Rain terror upon this land Let us pull our brains out Kill the first breathing thing we see Break lamps and church windows Suck each other off in the middle of the street I don’t owe this place two fucks You shouldn’t either So, let’s seize the night Only the sun can stop us now But before then Our throats will be wide open   *** paracetamol cup noodles cachaça hoje tem   ***    A walk in the park    Dog socializes more than me    with the grumpy-looking men    sitting alone    on uncomfortable wooden benches   ***     “yeah, vivian, you ate two full plates of food” vivian said to herself   *** In a constantly changing reality and a city that so fearlessly advances what is a year when you