in homage to js harry
Umwelt of responses
and in the substrates below
a silt of muted action.
There are inaudible gasps
bouncing in echo chambers
from delicate atria
to delicate atria
in a soundproof dugout
which pre-empts any
sour acoustic.
This is my skittish
rabbit’s heart
which hops softly
so my fellow crowd member
won’t fear my paw pound
like I fear hammers creating
this fur face of crushed paper
setting these eyes straight
ahead, up and down,
and any periphery lopped
this torso the only aligned
part of raw automata
a straight ahead up and down
line. A body made for tunnels.
No slouches allowed.
My wet nose touches
another wet nose
and white whiskers
twitch on pockmarked
cheeks. Red eyes as a
skittish rabbit. The home
is proof of damage. It’s
quiet here. Outside the grass
blades swash my floppy ears.
It’s a clash of waves
cotton battles till the
punched hugs
and small slide
of wet noses
there’s much activity here
the grass blades rattle,
the busy prowls and promenade predates
are like a pocket turned inside out
and lint falls like a feather
(there was a bus ticket too.)
I ate at a restaurant with lah-di friends
nibbled on crispy wafers
caramel flan for dessert.
I put my money away and counted my
approving recollections of a skittish city outing.
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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