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UM BARCOON WATER, cold and stretching
unclothing
Corpo
The dancers cross over the lake
Not following
But to stall

Mind the kiss and truth

You find yourself nowhere, lady.
Feet torso
All is shallow wherever your eyes reach.

The lake opens up to show their fish teeth
Eating your head

 
Poets's Note: ‘Um barco’ is ‘a boat’ in Portuguese