Poetry | By Natalia Panzer
The Blind
I return to the room for a long time each time for a long time and each time you are there, often unfolding my stomach. In this way, my cheek swelled to a door and shortly after, it opened.
I return to the room for a long time each time for a long time and each time you are there, often unfolding my stomach. In this way, my cheek swelled to a door and shortly after, it opened.