Felt Images has been on a much too long hiatus... the problem is my story, Mamãe, has undergone a few changes and is going to be revised here and there. So, I will have to leave you in suspense for a little bit and in the meanwhile I'll post some other things that I am working on.
Today I'm going to post my first poem of a series of monthly poems. A calendar in the form of poems, let's say.
July
Black frames the windows,
The nape of your neck
Still.
The sun heats the floorboards,
The clock clicks stubbornly.
Clogged by a sunless cloud,
The spines of plants blacken
And twist,
Angrily
Shadows entangle our legs.
A droplet of sweat
On the nape of your neck,
Balancing, fattening.
You turn,
Twisting, angrily
The droplet spreads,
Wet and sighing, you whisper
It’s summer.
