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Back to the studio.
I’m off to take a walk.
I need to stretch my legs.
But though the corona seed is in season,
It will not find me.
I will not eat of its evil fruit.
The rainbow is smearing
pigments on my teeth
as if being colored
is a virtue;
All it does is keep the
cops from trusting me
when I cross
the street from innocence
to dark alleys
where they play hide
Ọ̀RÌYÀ
Yà mí lójú n ríran
Ọ̀rìyà
Kí n ríran rówó
Kí n ríran rọ́mọ
Ọ̀rìyà
Yà mí lójú n ríran
Ọ̀rìyà
Seven phallic comb
This is too easy, right?
Do you see this person?
It’s easy to see who is hiding in the picture and what the fellow is doing, isn’t it?
I wonder.
HOW TO LOOK IN A MIRROR When you find a mirror you must first turn on the lightNot the light in the room But the light in your heart. Never look in the mirror With your eyes:
Three weeks of painting. It started as a butterfly.