Gunita: lex cutamora

Showing posts with label lex cutamora. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 April 2015

ON REMEMBERING

by Lex Cutamora

The last time I saw myself

was at the bottom of a cup

reflected in red porcelain,

and the last time I tried to remember,

I was peering through a hole,

HUMAN GEOGRAPHER

by Lex Cutamora

Allow me,

allow me the comfort of your back.

DYING, DEATH, SPIRITS

by Lex Cutamora

The highway was dark

but you can tell from the rippling reflections

the movement of the sea.