What would you leave
In the Museum of Broken Relationships?
Another Museum of Broken Relationships.
We travel through each other
In this flat world
To discover ourselves.
At times bodies seem like beaches
One hasn't visited yet
But speculate somehow
That the sea would be waiting
For visitors to come
If not for the foam.
We are all travellers
Travelling with borrowed money
Trying to understand
The worth of our heels.
You and me are
Inside this enormous Zambra novel
(Enormous obviously being a pun here)
Where I'm busy pruning the bonsai
While waiting for you to come back from your art class.
This however happens sometimes only.
Rest of the times
We are inside this world.