SMOKING IN THE SUICIDE BATHTUB by Maximiliano Guzmán




You asked for time.
You told me you needed a breather.
I tried to understand.
I swallowed the smoke.
And I smelled your blood.

I had to lose everything.
Sleeping on the subway.
I wanted to get over it.
I vomited your surname.
And I became cursed.

Because of your memory.
I can no longer be a good man.
Smoking alone.
The water claims my body.
There are no secrets anymore.