WHO R U

Who r u?
I’m in luv with myself
When staring at my own face
The young wrinkles welcoming my eyes
They look less childish than before

My dear
Maybe that’s why you think I’m serious today
Skin dressed up as an adolescent
Covering my thirty-one-year-old
Flesh
That I love each time I think of
Myself
I feel like cinders when I remember my own kisses
“Everything only happens inside of me”
But
You – who r u?
That, filled up with extreme happiness stares at my neck
Know the tiny freckles
On my nose
See my eyes from inside
Who
R
U
?

 

BY THEREZA DE CASTRO