Saturday, June 16, 2012

poem || Barry Alpert



THE SKIN I LIVE IN
via Pedro Almodovar
Tell me if it burns
harder than human skin.
Excuse the transgenesis.
So I must forbid you from leaving.
Kill her or keep her here forever.
I’ve got insanity in my entrails.
Not a chance.
I’ll have to blackmail him.
Look,
I never told her,
Vicente, leave Cristina alone.
Everything has to be cleaned.
I’ve got insanity in my entrails
now . . . your name is Vera [Cruz].

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