Tell everybody I’m still kicking and stomping, just not quite as high. Didn’t have much for lunch, had an avocado for breakfast. Ran a
Translated by Lola Hidalgo-Calle and Mark Putnam I never enter, I surrender to its noble narrowness of winters without escape with braziers in the
You touch me and I go all directions at once— wayward, starstruck by street signs and alleyways, hopped up on a muddy trail’s unfamiliar