in my texts

Моррре
tell me about this martian desert inside my cup
tell me about this crescent moon in the white sky
tell me about martial arts
tell me why
the starched collar of my dress
becomes stained so fast
tell me to sleep more and to think less
take me to the meadow with fresh fragrant grass
leave me there

and I might spend some time
just enough to see
the decay of nature and how it goes back to life
take me to the sea
so that I could feel the light breeze
and some frenzy waves

and love me for who I am -
as I will never be anyone else.

othewise I will never stop talking
to no one
in my texts.

mai 2019