• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 11


It's April, so
you can get away with it.

Then, workout red: the fashion,
and everywhere, the shade
of your sombrero, although
there is the temptation to spark
off your mood: a mood of brooding,
of withdrawal, of lone warrior.

Who broke your heart
and left you in the desert?

We don't know, and being
too afraid to ask, can only guess.

Are your bare cheekbones defiant,
refusing to hide a shame,
or do you just want the world
to know how much you hurt?