Textos de Rafaela Lopes. Revisão de João N.S. Almeida.
Careless
There is a soft roundness in the burrow
Once in a while, something stirs its attention
Its ears perking from its previously relaxed position
Nose twitching as a sweet scent fills the air
And suddenly, all becomes blurred
Thump, thump, thump
Deft paws gaily jumping
Small heartbeats quickening
And the rabbit stops,
Flopping contentedly to its side
It lies without a care in the world
Tangerine
Citrusy goodness
Staining my fingers
Covered with stickiness
A bitter pang lingers
Stripped off your skin
Down to the flesh
You drip down my chin
So juicy and fresh
My tongue finds its way
So eager and keen
I could spend the whole day
Eating tangerine
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There is a small kitchen
Dim as the last remains of sunlight crawl in
Through the small window
To try to kiss the things that are human
One last time before the dark
The smell of toasted bread fills the air
And I rejoice when I see the yellow sugar
So kindly at my disposal
So sweetly grabbing at my heart
And twisting it in my chest
Voices can be heard from the television
But no one pays them any mind
Because our voices matter most
As we try to hold onto the present moments
Which are so, so far away
It has been a long time
strawberry
I am a strawberry
blushing and flushing
ruddy and chubby
soaking up the summer sun
until I’m not
as you sink teeth into me
or let me rot
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