No Sew Fleece Tie Scarfs

Pretext is my time off ...

Paul Freeman

  is my time off 
 between love and despair. 
 Every day, the memory 
 
 smaller and look more aware of the sea, I attend 
 gangrene of this house that I die 
 
 where yesterday we used candles 
 interbreed beef. 
 
 no longer pray, 
 not correct the curl of the lip is the soul, 
 not surprise me if the left hand side 
 crazy wherever pigeons decline. 
 Everything is done: 
 from dying 
 to pack your suit so much stillness 
 complains of neck. 
 all comes down my back 
 as river into the dark side, and left alone 
 
 old age without your shoes, 
 without the smell of salt in your armpits, 
 dying without your coat on the rack. 
 left alone, as a woman 
 photography, 
 hair parted well designed, 
 the bodice facing the time-sepia 
 and eyelids, 
 and mouth, sore 
 music sing away. 
 
 
  

• Ulises De Letters to a woman who lives alone, 1991
• Angela Reyes

Paul Freeman