I pulled the earth
To cover us
Just in case we might wear tonight
Disarming and bloodless
The words we spat out yesterday
Like seeds
But don’t answer me hasty
Wait your turn
In line
I’m waiting for answers
From you and from me
Again and again
Up until yesterday
Until reaching the certain and unexpected
-1 of the elevator
Basement indefinitely
And inexorably with anger
(Which logic was rented
From my imagination tonight?)
But I don’t want the mud
To ferment our bodies
Filling with minus one tomorrow
Roots of lotus and myths