The Visit by Tita Lacambra-Ayala | Tita Lacambra Ayala

The Visit 
by Tita Lacambra-Ayala

Let us have a chat
(about my brat?)
(or about your neurosis:
what is it again
that drives you tearing out into the night clutching your hair
to stare ate the cold bright incandescence of stars
unholding and unheld what is it again?)

let us have some tea~
stare at the masks card-fashioned for your wall
to people in some pagan way evilly, leeringly the brand
new bridal smell of your new suite
(tweak that one on the chin, Joey)
(poke that one on its gaping nose with pencil you broke
stabbing against the live banana stalk that bled)

Let, us have some light
it grows so dark so fast in enclosed spaces, in wide plains the ground
hugs tight the light it's not. soon night

Let is do this again, so cosy
(kiss the bright cold metal knob that locks the cataleptic heart away from all itself onside footsteps in elastic grass unseen, unheard, illegible)