Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds ...
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter?
You know, in my country there is a saying: “If you want to reach the sky,...– A.K.