To Pour Myself Into the Infimum Debacle

Beatricia Braque

Neo-Baroque Poet // Unredeemed Narrator // Multimaterialist Femimarxist // Ideologically Inconsistent

To pour myself into the infimum debacle Hurt from humidity among the limp prairies of the monarchical sprouts

A swap so smooth from trivial Riboviria silently hoisting with outspread spicules yearning a silky iridescent touch of adherence

The bramble miasma of tyrannical stalactite tucked in ticks/ clothed in accent marks now exercising its right of reply prostrated in the armchair with vermilion velvet scepter in hand

Its minuscule majesty unfolds With pleasure Inside the flesh chamber In the tart cabin that transcribes ad nauseam

(Translated by Verónica Meneses)