I pulled the earth

To cover us

just in case we might wear tonight

Disarming and bloodless

The words we spat out yesterday

Like seeds

But don’t answer me hasty

Wait your turn

In line

I’m waiting for answers

From you and from me

Again and again

Up until yesterday

Until reaching the certain and unexpected

-1 of the elevator

Basement indefinitely

And inexorably with anger

(Which logic was rented

From my imagination tonight?)

But I don’t want the mud

To ferment our bodies

Filling with minus one tomorrow

Roots of lotus and myths