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I took your pen.
I took a moment.
I bit my lip
until it bled. My
heart was heavy
as a firmament. As
big as my
old dreams,
bent over the page without a single erasure, written
by the secretary of a firm with four
names that sound foreign. leaning
over the signature line, the gesture
suspended, the anchor
ready to flee
a cramp in the
palm of the hand
and another in
the kidneys.
I no longer knew my name
cut from yours
by a my
sorrow
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bent over this sheet that looked like a rigged will, a
confession signed to
poor, weak and bewildered people. I was
losing my mind. I was looking for a way
to hate you. The anchor ready to soil everything.
The wrist was tense.
I rolled up my sleeve.
You rolled up your sleeve.
My sweaty hand was
completely white.
I looked at the paper.
The hair of the knotted people made
the sentences blurry.
Run into your neck. I felt
my knees buckle. Did I have to
sign backwards what
I had signed forwards? A
small, melting warrior, an antidote to that of the
old contract. You were waiting for my drop
of ink, just like you wait for Christmas.
Impatience makes
the weeks more pleasant. I looked up. right
into your eyes.
I stared at you once and for all to see what
hope I had left.
I put your pen in.
You put my pen
on the rub paper,
treated with
loneliness.
I signed my name. I had to force myself to sign your name
next to yours,
next to mine.
You picked up your pen and
then your document.
It was time to say goodbye,
but we didn't quite know how you
got your coat.
You took a moment, a moment,
you bit your lip until it
bled.
You looked as if you were staring blankly
into space. I
must have misjudged it.
Definitely.
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