Daniel Ulibarri Salir del modo de lector


sometimes I wake up in the morning

my feet, my soul, my balls

my dick, my back, myself

are all fried.

in the night sometimes I wake up

uncool, uptight

im tired of being tired.

but in my dreams

my arms are open wide

to the wild… but

im not getting along

and I’m not getting the answer

im not going alone

i can’t get out of my head