Shadow behind Happenstance
Happenstance, chance, a mark, a pure pop
of inspiration, a flash, a writ of blood anger,
flop on the crown top, be a sheer system.
El explosion explains our eclectic submission,
where miracles are a steal as credit’s vapor.
A close, on my account, is a forgotten photo—
sister, me, mom, and dad, the kids. I see roses.
Shaves, turns, burns, pushing hubbub, lie.
Lizards in helicopters, sent, trample species,
who closed connections, individuals, rubs—
y ellas películas spin in all and lame—
inside, snap in to sleeping shadow.