Poesía Verde

geode

I found it! in the space
between the rooms
the pastello boy on the
dressing room floor

crying with blued

rough edges
a liquidy interior melting in your hands like puddy. you can do anything from here.

one time I scrawled words I don't know on the walls over top the words I didn't mean I was a liar the whole time

i found you outside the far side of the theater

your children are having nightmares
about being alone in the dark

you heard of disappointment
by the far side that you disappear
I fear your dissatisfaction
with the marshmallow geode disease

i found it
in the far side between the rooms
scissors on the ground floor
the marshmallow geode disease with no cure

disgusting sweet syrup relief