See, a palm, a map

A territory, a navigation made through sweat, through subtle unevenness

You are cold inside even though

the sun outside is brimming with


One says, irony is a modernist favorite.

We can say, irony is what fuels us everyday.

The way we travel does not always suit with our destination.

Often, the more we speed up, the more we reach nowhere.

I hanker, I long, I want your tongue doing affirmations

Your bare skin shines with sweat.

A cat licks a skin

A hand surveys the sweat in another





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