[quechua]

the following is following is

*

give me me

that bad body that’ll

pick up when wiping out of my mom’s vacant room

where the darkness is too blinding

and the light has been known to tip the cold

with a twin that wants to save his soul

left there in the place of death without reason

that place with cheap drinks expensive bartenders

tired guns splattered on the table after shooting for the stars

only days after they rested at your own temple

in a wordless prayer a forgotten language

of sun and stars and ancient prophesies

can only repeat

*

we are only

a small moment

a little bit

of everything

and all there

is of now

*

forever tired

but not

with you

never with you

always awake

with you

even when dreaming

*

drinking

so the bad feels not so bad

which makes me feel worse

which soon becomes nothing

which is the worst

of it all