once the refrigerator stopped working
a silence surfaced ; empty and
i grew frightened standing there
in front of you
lacking
trying
to speak . i cannot speak
for the darkness ; the dawn , unwilling
and without having washed her face , extinguishes
streetlight cigarettes , packs and
seeks favors elsewhere
.among alleyways and warehouses
it is so different with us
we only have
a few transparent deaths
leaving expendable trails
.in the inevitable light