Foam

I can show you

That's it: tiredness, irritability

Restless.

in the heart of a near vacuum

a fly buzzing

But it's night, lonely like a sea

Except the waves break into foam

There's nothing left to do but regret

touch. Because of the burning jealousy

Just enough to burn your own body

What else?

Years are like a can of air for combustion

Let the eternal time burn

This is the night of the fifty-second year of life

Isolated--

Sleep often awakened by dreams

Like a dark night, pressing on sore breasts

go around looking for a baby

And the hurricane crawling ashore from the beach

After putting on the black veil, just—

Coax the child's cry.