dois poemas inéditos de Ana Santos
Not Yet #F433FF[html]; This Borough Here is Breathing Still, the pink in this city discovers itself. Struts about, an untamed soupcon, spreading flower cords below street tar. Cerise flits within the hedge seeds, gurgling through side streets, thrumming under up/down shoe static. Sparking starched suits to forward swift, pink draws their eyes past high-rise …