Poetry
In this short life that lasts more than an hour by Maria Castro Domínguez
I’ll follow the off-beat rain / creating a new rhythm against the window’s back.
I’ll follow the off-beat rain / creating a new rhythm against the window’s back.
The truth is, you were better in the imagination.
When John and I tried to make rocket fuel / in my basement lab, we ground up / sodium chlorate and sugar, / and it blew up.