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| andrea deangelis |  | 1. Self-Portrait I lost my face in a small cup of tea poised on the iron arms of my balcony I do not know who I was supposed to be. My face is contrived of broken type the smashed letters of all the wishes I wanted but haven’t yet gotten. Nothing is mine alone except my undiminished returns of self-hate the long brewed afternoon bleeds me and elegantly I dissipate. 2. Gadjo Blow your mind on apple pie assumptions the skyey eye bright back garden old world women with their small purple-white flowering heads emphasize the hunted gypsy who was taught to wander when never welcomed a home. 3. trip-wired jaw danger keep away from high voltage personalities tripping the trap for the guilty are always guilty for what you didn’t do seek remorse within hide inside our cupboards of negative space squeeze underneath the floorboards swell to the comparted heart provided divide your life into lies and half-truths for honesty bruises since you always like to hurt us we can only do hurt to you genetic make-up is static electricity swallowing time like the missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzled over never completed. | |
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