Monday, April 20, 2020

№ 458. Manila Extract 2 (ECQ)

Gutenberg

You are rabid.
Fugitives spilled from lockdowns
streaming on my walls.

You are febrile.
A torrid kiss
left by the contagion on my lips

You are Manila.
A hunter kindled by plague
stirring rust in my blood.


Murillo Velarde

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