Mutual

During the summer,

shining in my mouth,

the mirror you use

when you delete your names,

hard as dreams.

You will disappear to deny it.

I write a thesis on sneakiness

And thieving.

 

Time of molded bread,

famine dance.

In the background,

a man,

little fire of love.

 

You open the windows to me,

but shut up all the doors,

comment on my perfect blood.

 

During our mutual culture,

your flashlight sprouts at a time

strained power goes out.

 

Guns

in front of my text.