A Growing Next Heart

There was news from friend, bad weather was to come. Make it quick. My body hides in a bullet of the gun. For the sacred battle. Ungenital body. Growing body. One of my friends asked me, do you have kids yo?;I said, yes a daughter. He said, wow..isn’t it scary? I don’t know. My body was like a journey. A growing conversation. Then his dogs were fallen, he put it into plastic bag. I said, make a doll! Clever! But cleverness can be a disease, he said. I don’t know. Brain pulse. A growing electricity. I remember, every evening my hands skin doubled and more. Iron digs in the sun. At the backyard, the land lord left it. Chilly threes and egg plants had a house. Although after that, they became old, died. Growing arms skin. The air of night started heavy. Growing legs. A friend said, bad weather was to come. I just mentioned it, a growing next heart.

A Growing Next Heart

yoyojewe

Jogjakarta, Indonesia

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