um presente que me foi dado por lucas araújo, um livrinho impresso em folha sulfite, provavelmente baixado a partir daqui. bons poemas, crueza e melancolia de cidades do interior; vida sem grandes perspectivas; lirismo retorcido por sangue, provincianismo e selvageria.

"(…) as i noticed by the reek / of perfume these were girls. i admit / to yelling CHICKFIGHT! and settling back / against the concrete wall to watch. / i am not proud; these are just details, / like how the younger smaller girl / sunfished her way out from under / the big girl and came up with a knife, / one wild slash on a roll of fat (…) / (…) / i fell in love with her soon after. after we necked / in my father’s fairlane, i went too far of course. / her cool fingers marked the side of my neck. / i released from her crotch and panicked, began / to watch for it; the sharp right hand, the blade, (…) (high school chick fight)" ( )