Poesía norteamericana

“Jasmine’s Aroma” When I tell you “Go into the garden,”I am not being angry.  Ignore the ripping tension in my voice. I mean to send backthe smell of your Obsessionand command: “Go into the gardenand when you smell the doppelganger,the other-you, lookand you won’t be there anymore.” The first time I saw youit was like … Sigue leyendo Poesía norteamericana