wall
I can't resist the wall.
Only the desire to resist.
What am I? What is this?
possible
It's my aging skin.
I can't feel the rain, the cold and the wind.
I can't accept the smell of Milan.
Or am I just a banana?
Decoratively
Parasitic in its mud cracks
My accident determines its inevitability.
At night, the walls will move.
Stretch out a soft prosthetic foot
Squeeze me
Blackmail me
Want me to adapt to all kinds of shapes.
I fled to the street in horror.
Find the same nightmare
Hanging on everyone's heels
The way you cringe.
A cold wall
I finally understand.
The first thing I want to resist is
My compromise with the wall, and
Insecurity in the world
1980.2. 18