by Alberto Vizconde
The ancient Brobdingnagian paten basks
its tarnished plate on the supposed vantablack infinity
beneath the placid oceanic waves on the vast
ergs of the friable terrain. The susurrus blow of
wind scintillates their light as dust
passes like enlarge colloids.
For her, the hamada seems a parapet
drape in constellations like proscenium
curtains smeared with trapped fireflies on
diluted whitewash. Slowly falling in supine,
the merchant inspected her goods like
a leopard stalking his prey.
He strips the fabric like greedy
child opening a gift on Christmas. The amalgamation –
fingers gripping the head, the mouth softly
bitten by greasy lips, legs enclosing the torso in position
– forms a deformed croissant as sand covers the body.
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