Y no es tu nombre How to navigate that word, I modeled in my throat and my tongue scraping and (ah the reptile, that rose clotted) begins to edge, the rounded enlisarle, and anyway the word is an animal, a figure falling along what it names as desperate says of herself and lifted with the tip of the tongue (ah the phallus head crushed) carry her I make the holes enjoy and bleeds and walks and in my voice, with echoes what is not said and why she was born, I should say this word and not eternity when I said this word and not eternity, when I licked the floor, his death translated Once expelled from my throat into the air, with its air, with a picture of himself looking into the true horror and die almost instantly know and love and die and animals for children. And since returning from their verb or its root and begins to peel away to say and the taste of almonds and the unspoken nightmare also begin to say, like a child looking at the wound of the Rose as the mother who looks at his pink wound like a rose opening like a wound in the evening and is told and star and not your name.
