• ildragomarco 3w

    Subterfuge

    Kitchen memories, a splash of salt,
    Upon the table that has drowned out
    My childhood.

    And as though I were in stitches,
    Laughing wildly,
    Because I have foreseen
    The future of the human race.

    In condoms,
    On tables,
    Blocks of ice,
    Keeping the mustard cold.

    ©ildragomarco