Karla Bardanza Poems: mushrooms

Painting by Kristin Vestgard

slowly life knows its simplicity,

opening to the unexpected abandonment

of time, knowing the apex of evolution.

i get up late, stretching my arms

with a strange love on the edge of my eyes,

not looking for anything beyond this sunless now

and its sweet gift .

can’t bear this miraculous moment:

the birth of another one of my many lives.

alone, i keep self-fertilizing myself

with my own poetry, multiplying my (in)completeness.

i lack nothing apart from mushrooms and

their fast beauty, I need nothing but their taste

dissolving the morning in my mouth again.

Karla Bardanza

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