I am deceiving you
I stood like a God
It is hard to pretend the women are not there
A crocodile, waiting
Come in, friend
Finally, I can feel it. It is turning
BEANS
We know nothing of days like those, nothing
They are my mothers
Her belly long and flat
CHECK
What is it, this beauty?
Look at the sky!
The heifer nuzzling the fence
and even if I could I would not
Wheeling and wheeling above the carrion
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