There goes the alarm clock,
the disturbing buzz...

I was a third grader when the school psychologist...
I remember now the sky of Damascus, in 2013...

Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...

There once was a time
when I let...

I
Four hands on a plump belly...

It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...

I know that now
I should pretend to search for...

Bodies are carbon,
hydrogen...

Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...

Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...

The smoke
looked fascinating...

We still play
hide and seek...