hiqs:

permanent visit (fragment)

on a friend’s christmas eve we cried together along with someone’s wife,
they prayed so that we wouldn’t crash things up and even then no one found the right code for the locker - that’s why i ended up with no phone number,
there was a red guide in the blue wall, a cellphone that was obviously not mine,
and three landscapes apart from a newspaper dirt pile - i swear to god i never wanted to vomit as much as then,
tremendous desire to open all the windows and watch out for the birds trying to violate my privacy,
quickly i had to leave, throw parts of me enlarged by the freezing weather,
the feathered snake myth - (down they were talking about that,
in the dining room, i wanted to plea so they’d shut their mouths),

~Román Villalobos