Your meat and your shadow is my home
To inhabit your body
the silence of your hands in the mirror
the street where your hips start
denied
place
my words I take off the body and the costume
once the party drawing my tracks
ghost beaches
bereavement me home where shadows move without body
lose the habit of catching fish in the sea
sleep
Habitart
my words to feed on your flesh as a disguise
saw you when you're naked
my feet I walked your tracks
dream
be the fish swimming in your water
Antonio Sustaita
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