anticlockwise: eraser malady

I wish I could hold your giant hands right now
and slowly rub my face with it, with an anticlockwise rhyme
so that time would rearrange the cells in our bodies
that have preserved memories like formalin,
against your wishes and mine. 

Gastão de Magalhães

1 comment:

Samyam Shrestha said...

Hi there,

I've been an avid follower of your blog ever since I discovered it some time back. And this is yet another great post! Your writing is so awesome that it has also influenced me to write something (you can find my stuff in http://sarcasticexistence.wordpress.com/ if you like).

It was also great to see your poems published in Kathmandu Post some weeks back.

Keep writing. It's always great to read you :)