Inspired by my poem: "o amor", read this and other poems at olhoabsurdo.blogspot.com Love tore out my eyes my nipples the urge to smile shredded my dreams made me old and slowly made me sick it tore away my fight my ovaries the will to go on it hacked up the onions some tomatoes and the basil and poisoned the dinner it served me absinthe with a sugar cube and pulled me out to dance with a knife for slitting throats that is how love made me see the world without tokens for the future without longing for the world of men without reaching my own legs it showed me certain possibilities the third window on the twentieth floor in the thirtieth chapter it printed my almost-happy story in an unknown language in yesterday's newspaper which wraps the fish today it showed me certain possibilities the third window on the twentieth floor in the thirtieth chapter it printed my almost-happy story in yesterday's newspaper
